A Matter of Time

She was the leaving kind.

She proved this to me
time and time again,
till there was no more
time to give.

I would have given her
anything I had to give.

Anything but my trust,
for this she had to earn,
and she was earning it,
one step at a time.

One steps forwards
she took,
then two back,
again and again,
losing ground
all the while.

Each time she left me,
she proved to me
that she was indeed,
the leaving kind.

I do not think that
she really wanted
to leave and leave
and leave again.

She just couldn't help it.
after all....
she was the leaving kind.
That's what they do.

Can a leopard
change it's spots?
I think not.

Yes, she was
the leaving kind.

Oh, how I wish this
undeniable fact
could be denied.

Once again she leaves me,
as I knew she would be.

It was just a matter of time.

to return to the index, click hear