How Deep...

...then comes the time to step up, the time to say...

This is how it is:
They always come back sorry.
They always come back crying
Every single one of them.
Every one of them crossed some line
Every one of them come back crying
Every one of them come back sorry
And this One is no different
tears
like crocodile diamonds
falling from eyes that feign sorrow
for little more than the self
... a desire to make the self feel better,
feel free from guilt.

It's nothing magical
No truth worth saving
Simply some sort of guilt writhing there
Some realization of Self-Centered loss
their favorite gem
their favorite toy
their favorite pet
Some appealing illusion
served as a momentary distraction
a mirage and
Every single one of them
fell on their face
with a mouthful of dirt
And they all come back crying
like lost dehydrated fools.
Every single one of them.

And you...
You sit there
play back old tunes
hear echos in your head
feel memories like hands on your hips
And then...
...then comes the time to step up, the time to say...

This is how it is:
Love doesn't hit
Love doesn't curse
Love doesn't destroy
Love doesn't cower
Love doesn't toss away with the garbage.
Love knows what it's looking at,
and Love never fails.

This failed.

Disappear with the rest.

now is the time to reinvent
Myself