I’m feeling so helpless
Here…. stuck in the weeds
Can’t face it ….I’m not
I’m not who she needs.

No answers to questions
I’m too scared to ask
We’re not going to make it
It’s not going to last.

Friends say that I’m foolish
That I need to let go
So much she has hidden
So much I don’t know.

An ostrich …. a pigeon
One easy true mark
Left all alone
Now alone in the dark.

What’s left ….left to do
Nothing has changed
All that we have
Is more of the same.

Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories.

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