Fair Weather

How hurtful it must sound,

Those words-

"I love you

But I'm not in love with you,

Not like I used to be."

I wouldn't know

And for the sake of love

That I may never have to

Hear them myself,

On a day so random

And in harmonic in clockwork,

For the hands to fall

Right off the calender itself.

But I have watched a thousand tears fall

In the wake of my thunder,

And I swear I've shed

Mine in severe solitude

Over the long stormy years

of my life.

For a man's nonsense

Is merely quiet

and sobering

In the death of

The landscape

Of a wholehearted woman...

I have said

And now feel

The dreg of being so bold

In my own heart.

I should be shamed,

More then just a finger

Shaken in my face

Simply for my half truths.

I have

Not said

The words I've chosen not

To say.

"There is another that I love,

And that is something you cannot

Change."

Yet,

I cannot help

At all the sting of such

A horrid phase

To stab the world with

While wielding the handle.

It never feels fair.

Never does the downside

To love seems fair to either party.

Drenching.

How timely the rain

Might speak upon

This hour of de-compartmentalizing.

How menacing

At all the rain should

Speak in cool

And rolling claps,

And flashes,

Of the brain

squeezing wrinkles

Into it's soft

Inanimate tissue

No slight of punctuation

Can un-sheath me

To let trickle

from my own longing for another.

Except her own words

longing for me,

Should I stutter

Or take a second glance after

snapping another's heart

in two.

I believe solace

Will be speedy

In the dance of the one

I've jaded.

A sort of backhanded wish I know,

If ever the storm might pass

Over us both As we part ways

For a clear open sky to build

Between us.