sjsprWriting

I had always believed in confrontation

In saying what you feel, and never omitting the truth

I believed in the power of conviction,

in words churning into actions

Never once had I felt the helplessness of speaking,

and not being heard.

So how could I have anticipated

the caving-in of my chest

as I stood there, two Thursdays ago,

begging you,

pleading you to stay

(please stay)

and for the first time,

watching every syllable hopelessly g r a s p at your shirt as you

left.