I was out chasing a dream when you called.
I have a habit of dreaming.
You were to busy to hear, I too young to wait.
We tried to understand with no real way of
Hearing the truth.
And that is why I left.
I couldn’t stand on shattered glass when the
World fell on me.
And you didn’t believe…me.
When you wanted answers.
I couldn’t speak.
I heard what you called me when you walked away.
I didn’t answer because I didn’t know.
I didn’t know because I didn’t understand.
I didn’t understand because it wasn’t my fault.
I was a child.
You didn’t believe…me
I’m sorry for not saying goodbye.
I have a habit of dreaming
that miles make way for forgiveness and open road a chance at new life.
That is where I’ve been all these years,
Living the endless catastrophe of youth.
I am a woman now.
I am weary.
Hurt people hurt people.
It is the riptide of the human condition.
A mother becomes a friend.
Two women helplessly in love,
Forever searching for new ways to say
I love you.