Showers
And liken the external grayness to my internal woes
I bear several burdens, and I mourn with those who mourn
And then you added your needle to the haystack
It wasn't just the broken promise
Or the fact I'd be alone again this weekend
But rather that I'm trying to hold onto you
And it seems you slip through my fingers
Would you believe me if I told you I loved you?
Sometimes I don't even believe me when say it
I've bequeather you my heart and would give the moon to you
Yet I still feel like I'm doing a lousy job of loving you
Sometimes I feel like a burden to you
That you don't really want to talk to me or visit me
You tell me the details of your day, as usual
But I prefer to hear the ponderings of your soul
That was the cake I fell in love with
And your good looks and common interests were extras
Lately it seems like I've been getting mostly icing
Though fun while it lasts, it leaves nothing in its stead
Sometimes I wonder if our perfect relationship
Is actually winding to an end
I hope and pray fervently that I'm mistaken
For I know that I am not strong enough to continue without you
I'll wait for both of us to be home again
I'll pour out my soul and hope you use it to water my withered heart
In the meantime, I'll watch the rain droplet slide down the glass
And wish my eyes had windshield wipers
Beth Siler
4/29/99
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