Having used every subterfuge
To shake you, lies, fatigue or even that of ion,
Now I see no way but a clean break.
I add that I am willing to bear the guilt.

When I cry and I cry

You nod assent. Autumn turns windy, huge.
A clear vase of dried leaves vibrating on and on

When I try and I try

You don't know me, but I know you,
All the things you say, and the things that you do.
Bitter is the contradiction of an over-ripened fruit,
With fruitless gains in our endless pursuits.

When I try and I try

We sit watching, as love buries us,
To the hilt, blinding my third eye
I don't want anymore pain in my life
Renewal comes when we end the strife.

When I try and I try