Was it me who wove the spell that I was under?
Did I transport myself to this island of despair?
I want to blame you of course, for all of it but
that’s really not fair, is it? I’m as much to blame.
Would it help me, if you were to admit your part?
I don’t know. At this point, it may not matter anymore,
anyway. So, I’ll sit here with my keyboard and type my words,
tossing blame upon both of our shoulders in turn.
I guess we’ll each do with it what we will, that is
if you ever decide to accept the part that’s yours.
I know how the saying goes, that all good things must end; but
forgive me if somehow, I thought that we’d be different.
3/28/24
Karen McCaskey 