You wash me with words of wisdom,
instead of giving me the touch
of your hand, instead of looking
in my eyes, instead of acknowledging
me. . .

And I thought I was your lover.
but obviously you are not
comfortable with me. You no
longer look at me with love in your
eye. . .

Perhaps you have convinced yourself
that your love was a delusion —
the scene is shattered. You see it
as a web of commitments which you now
hate. . .

I cannot imagine what poison
has worked its way inside of you.
I love you,
and I accept you for who you are
and that is why I leave.
If you cannot see it now
then it may never be seen.