I, an able heart, the whole time
could have stood, gotten to my feet-
and walked away.
You never wrote a line for me
Just spilled your ink haphazardly,
And I rushed to fill the pages
To sculpt out our own melody,
leave this underside of silence
but you just etched out your image,
only in love with a vision.
We were done before I knew it
Just like two eggs in the morning-