I see you crouching
feet planted
in a raging torrent
of anger and blame.
I wait for you
to step out
onto the verge
with me.
I am tempted
to jump in
and drag you out
but I know,
because I have tried it,
and tried it,
that I will only
go under.
So I wait.
For time to pass.
For neurons to synap.
For divine intervention.