31 May 00

Comfortable

Why do we hang on?

When love has long

Worn out its stay

Comfortable in our ways

Why did I let you think?

You could have it

When I knew it would not remain

Comfortable and I liked it that way

And when I enlightened you

You denied what was said

Creating an acceptable story

Comfortably in your head

And when we confronted

The fiction

In which we had lived

Comfort for neither could be had

By

Everett E. Phillips, III