Our tale holds too much weight
For words.

I have broken myself open
Over your promises
Only to find I am alone,
Scrambling to pick up the pieces.

From this perspective
I do not understand
Why I trust you.

When I climb that wall again
You say you will catch me when I fall.

I hold on
Because I'm tired of falling
and "sorry"
Won't mend my heart.

Copyright © 1997 wendi loomis The Seasons Change