DAWNS IN MARBLE HEAD
The light has fin'lly dawned inside this head
Allowing me more clearly things to view.
The sweetness that I loved must in its stead
Put confrontation last within your queue.
And that I knew but failed to realize
The consequences which I dreaded most
And feared so must inev'tably arise -
Communication's presence as our ghost.
You could not tell me and remain the same.
You were afraid to mention all the pain.
You could'nt say how much I was to blame
For causing you this silence to maintain.
My anger and confusion thus did brew
To task me taste the torture of this stew.
Thanksgiving Eve 2005
On a Train Bound for NYC