Proclamations

I don’t know how many chances

I can give you

Before I’ve had enough

Disappointments

Forgiveness doesn’t mean acceptance

It doesn’t mean that what you did

Is something that I’ll let you get away with

Whenever you think that it is something

That I’d let you get away with

How could you have ever thought

That this silence would not hurt me?

That this lack of communication

Would not threaten us in some way?

How do you expect me to accept

The total lack of interest?

Why would I not be suspicious?

Doubtful and losing hope

As quickly as I am losing ground

There is nothing solid

For me to stand on

To make my proclamations

There is no boat to take me across

To some foundation

Maybe you thought

That taking this seriously

Would make it all that more real

That you’d have to take into account

How I feel

Maybe you are not prepared

To take responsibility

For something that you had suggested

I guess that next time

We both should be careful

Of what we wish for

Of allowing ourselves

To get too close