Down I lay my weary heart. I pray you not to let it break.
Should I discern to take it back, I’ll keep you not for keeping’s sake.
(Sleeping and weeping and keeping so still
I heard them flutter ‘cross the sill.)
Assured in ways you look at me, we’d talk of art and not discuss
how fears I harbor in myself have given way to doubting us.
(Reason gives season to treason’s reign.
Break us now, or love in vain?)
My love requires sacrifice, a luxury I can’t afford,
a privilege that bodes ill for me, a paradox of my accord.
(Demand commands you stand your ground.
What I now find is what I’ve found.)
I can’t describe what I deserve. My expectations leave me mute,
deaf, indefinitely blind, and powerless in this dispute.
(Reeling, revealing these feelings of mine,
Affect signs Cause on dotted line.)
I push away the challenges and hold on tight to what I know.
You dare me fierce. I know you not. Remorse will find me as you go.
(Choosing and losing, refusing your song.
Love, I’ll miss you when you’re gone.)