Friday

I'm a sure thing in every way that matters
the first to fall, left demanding answers.
Could I confront him?

How could I just stand in front of him,
with all that love still there between us.

Replaced by something bitter, the metallic sting of change.
What happened to the sweetness,

the ignorance of our age?


Could I make it through this with dignity intact, lesson learned
and thicker skin on my back?
Was I doomed to do it all again

Give it all back to him

and let him in.