Lost

Lost

You stand there
staring at me
torn between love and hate,
torturing yourself on the knife edge
of a sword

wanting, needing, desiring,

speechless.

No words convey
the thoughts in your mind
but your eyes betray the
longing inside;

I stand there
staring at you,

torn

reaching, hoping, willing you
to the safety of my
encircling arms,

Between us two steps
to healing, forgiving, loving;

You stand there
staring,
lost between hate and love,

motionless,

one tear betrays
your iron-willed self-control,

until trembling
you raise a hand
and plunge the knife
deep into your heart,

And I stand there staring –
lost