Aisles
Shuffling woes and dragging my feet
the static cling
of innumerable issues
being unavoidably faced...all at once
is my fate
The fault was mine
I didn't dare trust you with with my heart
but my body I gave you
hoping that you'd be gracious enough
to give a damn about the risks
but no...
and now it's just me
nervously roaming aisles
of my inconveniently conveience store
my heart in my throat
my lungs refusing to work properly
my hands shaking in preparation
the question being:
"Am I too late???"
and where are you???
you who were so willing to come
when the journey was inside of me
but now you're nowhere to be found
so alone I wander
price comparing
What if the answer I get is opposite of what I want???
How much would I be willing to pay
to make this go away???
What promises would I be willing to offer to God
to take this situation out of my hands
make things...normal again???
Paranoia is now creeping into my soul
as the attendant I call on...
It feels like it's all eyes on me
I'm sure the judgment of the predicament I've found myself in
is beginning
I ask in a small voice
for the key
to the answer to my question
looming...threatening...darkening my outlook
I don't look at him
and it seems he won't stop looking my way
his unfamiliar eyes probing for answers
He had no right to ask me
but if th answer to this question is an unquestionable yes
I'll soon face this from the world
and if it's a yes, I'd better start prepping
because I know how you'll do
you'll get the bad news
tie up your shoes...and bounce
rev up your engine and leave me
to face this mess that we both created
or maybe you'll look me dead in my face
and still have nothing to say
you'll further pull away
until you no longer know my me
until yo no longer remember the sound of my voice
calling out your name
be so far removed
that you won't see the inevitable tears
of shame and desperation
fall from my once familiar face.