Does trying to disprove
What I believe
Make you feel better about what
You don’t….
Is it your insecurity
Crying out
That maybe I feel something
You won’t….
Is it the depth of my rebuttal
That bothers you so
Leaving you both lonely
And alone….
Like a branch that’s now broken
Swinging high in the tree
One strong gust
—and your fated to go

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)