Perplexed by your insinuation, I
Tread with care. Bombarded by thoughts, I
Find no surety in my despair.
Have i been uncaring, ‘fore
You began distancing?
I thought not. Till now
You gave it no
Thought, fixed in
Clouds your eye, the
Brief seconds that you
Care to come by? If the
Shimmering stars spoke to me,
I’d know better. Ought I to look
Away, when the stitches are tender?
Or would my life ‘morrow, be asunder?