Our Sin

OUR SIN


1.

Why should tonight be any different?
"'Cause it's not any other night"
is your reply.

My response is not worth voicing:
Wow, that's good!
Deep too, and well conceived.

There are no truths that apply,
so what I'll do is apply my thoughts...

You make your pain known
and obvious
for me.

And you stare out the window,
as if there's information there,
    for me,
to be gleaned!

And then a tear
which I know to be sincere!
winds it's sad way past your nose,
on it's melancholic trek to your chin,
which I match with my own sigh
of loneliness and sorrow!

2.

Yesterday we sat and talked.
Well, really, I sat-
you talked-
and you sat.

When was the last time you remember
when we both had something to say?
Beyond the stating of
But This Is How It Is To Be Me!

Why can neither of us see
in the same moment
that all we have between us
is the love we once ignited?

3.

God,
but you're a wonderful,
a beautiful soul!

Am I not?

4.

Our sin,
if we have sinned,
lies not in what we have
done or not done.

Our sin
was that we loved blindly!