Everytime I consider
Giving you another chance
The doubt resurfaces
And my mind goes back
To the day you left me
At the station in a strange city
Alone to manuever
Through these swirling emotions
In the path of a rushing locomotive...

It took soul searching
Restless nights and a beavy of teardrops
Just to face another day
And a possible lifetime
Without you and so
Don't take it personally
When I don't feel like reciprocrating
Or indulging in your flights of fancy
Nauseating self pity
You made a choice
Right or wrong
Kicking yourself endlessly
Now you know how I feel
What is stolen
Can't be easily replaced
Particularly if had sentimental value...

Premeditation or self defense?
Murder is murder
And while I may be forgiving
I can't forget
No matter how many
Lonely nights turn
Into a life sentence
Shock probation perhaps
Or endure the suffering
Until I'm healed or you're
A distant memory
Whatever comes first...

P-July 2, 2008.