Off A Bridge

She will be home soon:

I've totally cleaned the apartment;  

She's been gone to for 3 days,

I haven't seen her since Tuesday night,  

Things are strained,  to say the least:  

I love her,  I hate her;  

I cannot talk with her about my feelings;

She insists on talking to me about hers;

My ears are battered and my mouth bound,

Her fear keeps my blood boiling,

both pity and sympathy colliding:

a train, off the tracks,

headed off a cliff,

while the passengers play cards.

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