Choices

04.19.98

Not fair, I know
to request choices so soon 
from this trembling uncertainty.
I, even more scared than you,
shiver at the words that tumble from my lips.
Did I tell you 
that I was happy?


Yet, these thoughts that tumble through my head
resemble nothing more than static,
uncertain pictures 
snow on a cable screen
that must have been caused
by the kisses that imparted insanity upon my brain.
Hence, I blame you.


Yet, if I am to hope again
might that just be wrong?
If I were to close my eyes to tomorrow
and see naught but this moment, this day,
then do I not court the tears
that plague me for this heart?
Better, perhaps, to encase it in glass
and allow others to see
but not touch.


Did I ask you for choices?
It must have been the kisses,
for I do not want to know
what your choices might have been.