(For Marjorie)

What do you say on days like today?
Where do you go when you’re already home?
How can you speak when you’re out of words,
And everything comes out just a little bit wrong?
I wanted to love you, I tried so hard,
I think I still do and that’s the hard part.
You lied and it hurt and I cannot forgive,
But it is you, with these things, who must live.

--February 2001--