Last, Lingering Line
Have you ever felt the loneliness of the last, lingering line
That was uttered in frustration at a situation so absurd that the words
Felt justified since no one lied, yet truth was too uncouth to be shared?
In a moment, my words that once lifted and supported
Became contorted by a new point of view that skewed to a new meaning not
Demeaning but as an offer of help
Though it was disguised by my overwhelming emotions
And the notion that I always want to say something nice and to say something
And to say something clever.
Now these words float in air carelessly said as if unaware
That they had the power to turn a minute into forever.
And although I want them desperately back,
I realize there is no retraction so I prepare for reaction - one of attack
From a new position that might force me to listen to phrases that filter
Through a fury
Of passion that were essentially revealed by me.
I spoke the truth.
I spoke my heart.
I spoke my mind.
Now it is my turn to listen and feel the sting of words meant to be kind.
The ring in my ears, is the sound of pain held too dear.
I now know that this is the loneliness on the other side of happiness.
And it just so happens that the words that once kept our harmony,
Are now being used against you and me.
But between you and me, maybe this is not such a bad thing
As we reveal new thoughts and different perspectives
Perhaps this is preemptive to contention in the future.
Quite frankly, I’m sick of this culture of making everything pretty
And walking on eggshells instead of sharing and caring for our own
I don’t want this characterized by concentrating on the terse,
But instead on the verses that might allow us to grow.
I want to show you the other parts of me – the parts I keep hidden.
I’ve got faults that would make the San Andreas jealous.
I get jealous. And I get mad. And I get sad.
And the sad thing is that I thought you would be scared off by those things.
But as much as I want you to want me, what I want more is for you to want
all of me.
And I want you to show the dark parts you keep hidden so far deep inside.
Our relationship can’t truly be whole if we’re too busy worrying about our
So, I give thanks for this exchange as it has helped me to learn
That although I may yearn to never, ever fight with you,
My plight is to share the not-so-nice things
So that we may experience a deeper joy and a deeper intimacy and a deeper
That can be, between you and me.