by james bezerra
I met a girl who went away.
I asked and asked for her to stay,
but it turns out that wasn’t her way.
So away and away she went,
until I explained that I’d meant
that my asking her to stay
was also a promise that I wouldn’t go away.
It all gets quite complicated
because we each get so agitated
worrying about whether to stay
and whether the other will eventually go away.
And whether we each should run away
in case the other, one day, decides not to stay.
See, everybody has been hurt in some way
and everyone deals with that in his or her own way.
But I still think that she and I just may,
be able to work this out one day,
if only we could each stop running away
from the other.