It'd rather be left dead, I know,
And I could leave it at itís peace
But still I should rest uneasy
Not knowing who's fault it must really be.
Once upon time I asked of ye;
Nothing to hard to fill, just
A void, a space, a hole in the wall;
The request was rightly fulfilled.
Until now I couldnít mirror it all
But I see how it has changed
And though it's a bitter end to this
From contact I should remain.
Forgive me for asking, but isnít he to blame?
Or was it really me?
And some utter shallow bellowing?
That has driven thee from meÖ
You could, or should, have done thee a better,
And removed yourself with grace.
However, here we've moved to play this
Wicked dodging game.
Jennie Lee Harris
Written August 3oth, 2oo4 at 3:08 PM