Borderline

You say sit down,
I stand up.
You insist,
I resist.

You watch as I walk in,
I can not cross this line.
Let it be our border line.
The great divide;
My spot, on the other side.
Colder, safer,
Bitter, better.

You say come on in
I fail to give in
You look down when you talk
I cry, "move on".

You drag words
I wish you'd stop.
Interventions, very welcome.
You pause and smile
Still can't meet my eye.
I wonder why?

My chapters were very clear
You tore them out, for sheer fear.
Just so you know
I was not the one who was blind.
I fought the test of time.
You stumbled,
Trapped in your thoughtless lies.

Go ahead, scream denial.
You still fail to meet my eye.
Let's not make this into a trial.
We know its not a crime.
You're free, so am I.

No sooner or no later
You'll see why I tried,
how you failed,
what we made out of our lives.

And you in all your new found Glory,
yes you, with all your Blessed ties,
will not be able to meet my eye.
It'll hound you in the middle of the day
in the smaller things of life.

You will wonder One day
why you could not stare back at the truth, in its eye?
How you should have cried:
"Hang on!"in the roughest tides.

That's OKay,
No sentimental ties.
Being spontaneous with the heart is a folly of the wild.
Have I lost my mind?
I'm standing on the borderline.
Waiting till you see it through my eyes
the story of sentimental ties.

Nevermind for today,
I look up to tomorrow's blue skies.
Not easy surrendering,
But a harbour is found in its own sweet time.

I am giving in to the thought
your failing gaze has narrated a lot.
There will be no meeting of the eyes,
That's OK
Its felt like a life time,
standing on the borderline.

(*) January 17, 2008-10:00pm