Words from a Tortured Soul's World
"The Meeting"

Your hands shake visibly as we sit together
Trying again and again to work through the anger
To make it over the sadness and hurt
To make it through to the love that we still share.

Our conversation tumbles across from one subject to another
But never stops on anything of significance
No healing words or vented hate, just random thoughts
Pouring forth to kill both time and longing.

You babble on about your job, your goals, your life
And things that you won't ever do again
The words fill me with hope, regret, sorrow, pride
A tangle of emotions and, yet, nothing has changed.