Poem about a heart breaking affair
Sometimes I wake and the tears are falling.
You ask me what is wrong and I ask for space.
The space to be free to deal with pain and anger.
The space to be me without rules and expectations.
But the space seems to grow because I seem to need more.
I run from your questions and reject your open arms.
Sooner rather than later I have more than enough space.
Because you tired of the cold shoulder and sought space
of your own in the arms of another.