Why does thou sit and weep?
Why do thou cling to me?
Why do the rains pour continually from thy face?
Do allow my grasp on you or it shall continue to pour
Pour till my breathe runs over it
Pour until you listen
Let me I pray you, listen
Tell me, for I seek to know
Not ‘cos you asked, but because I insist
Many decades ago I tell you, I should have been betrothed
Betrothed to he my kinsmen forbids
Betrothed to he my acquaintances gave me counsels about
Betrothed to he I did not pray for
Betrothed to he I did not give warmth
Betrothed to two who I visited at once
Betrothed to three his acquaintances whispered and took him away
Betrothed to one that was not of my land
Oh how I wish I could turn back the blade on a moving fan
Now I don’t know what I would have said or whispered
I don’t know how my betrothal would have appeared
Can you take my breast and suck it?
Can I attach your name for a day?
Can I hold your hands just on the street?
Can I have just one day speaking of you as mine?
The remorse you have made, are the same as mine
I have been on my knees but was rejected
Rejected for no bread
And I have waited in decades; I have left those I should have embraced
Can I cling to you?
Will you allow my arms around your waist?
I best believe that the path we took today was the crossroad we should have been at decades ago.