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