there is anger
which does slowly fade
as the future i reach
it lies within a maze

long complicated words
stretch personality,
by comparative means

you resented me
and i know why…
you never found –
your sky

you appeared bitter
about the love i had
and the joy i had found
was it my fault your gold mine collapsed
and you were stuck underground

you are a beautiful woman
you do not know it
you do not dress up
and you do not show it

when i was broken
what could i say
seventeen and dreams
they seem so far away
thirty one now,
and facing my big day

as the anger bubbled
and the bitterness flows with such spittle
when you have reinforced your shallowness
because it is so brittle

are we soulmates?
well they found me –
on a bench at sixteen
and nothing –
was the same ever again