the

the full moon's made everybody crazy
a summer so out of character that
the phone calls became less & less shocking
but the guilt began to stack itself up by
the doors of the house, hoping to inch its way onto our
shoulders and burrow into our hearts
the minute we should decide to leave. and here I
am again, searching for some deviant soul to pass
the blame onto. longing to rewind the predicaments
and one particularly embarrassing drunken night.
the situations one finds themselves in surely
don't dictate the character of a person, do they?
the only thing that I know to be forever true is that
she's gone for good but that is by no means an acceptable excuse.
the action we take is our own.