Everything in my logical mind implores me
To walk away, to run, to not waste my time
Yet, for some uncanny reason I keep returning
All the while my mind, tempest, rages, storms
The broken pieces of your life washing on my shore
I don’t walk away
Nor do I collect the debris for you
An observer, keenly aware of the tragedy and vulnerability
Having been the castoff, deposited on barren shores
I walk beyond the bounds
Of hero, victim, and perpetrator
That isn’t my path
Something in my heart draws me to you
Like the tide rising to greet the moon
If, If I thought about it
Undercurrents of confusion would drown me
I wonder, I wonder
What we knew and agreed to