And so he follows
But sometimes he leads in a rage
Other times
He's a story for another page
There are days
When he's right there with me
And nights
When I know he will leave me
He's two people
It seems, but actually one man
And whose fault?
Who knows? But I do what I can
And so I see
That his manner is crippled
He drowns
In a glass, the dark surface rippled
Copyright Fiona Krisch May 2002.
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