The jury sets out
To find out
What is it all about
You and I
It's evident that some pathways are lost
Never to be rediscovered
I would have hoped
That you would have stayed here with me
Watch me giggle as children
Bounce up and down on a sheepskin
Trampoline
And then, as night sets in
Curl right down next to me
And cuddle until morning dew
Drips down out trembling, passion-ridden
Shins
The babies cry, as the phone goes silent
Your voice, as always, so sweet
And tender for everyone else besides me
I should have kissed you goodnight
Instead
I'll keep slowly killing you
Your kind
In my fragile, betrayed mind
