Monday, April 20, 2015

To An Empty Chair

One of those conversations—
All in my head—
Trying to explain
What you don’t understand.

I hear your whisper—
I see your ghostly frame.
If you’re inside my head—
Why can’t you understand?

Maybe you’re not in my head—
Rather—I am in yours.

One of those conversations—
All in my head—
Trying to comprehend
What I don’t understand.

If I did what was right—
Why must I find what went wrong?
Guilt growing so strong
That it soaks into dreams.

Perhaps—Perhaps—
I'm guilty of betraying me.

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