Meathead Monologue

the tale of the runaway

she was a silly thing,
soft and supple in my hands.
she was nice to have and to hold
for a little while.
but as i saw the glow in her heart
i realized what i had done.
so i let her go.
i allowed her to slip through the cracks in
my dry fingers and through the holes
in my skin that i made the night
her light touched me.
i told her to go, to get out of my sight.
and she did. she ran for her life
and she didn't look back.
now she's older.
and she's smarter.
but she's gone far far away from home,
and she seems to have shut her doors.
and i'll be damned if she lets me back in.
that won't stop me from trying to get ahold
of her arm or her shoulder or her heart
but i would not be surprised
if she fell apart at my touch.
i would not be surprised if she had
changed.
because i haven't seen her face in
a long while.
and i haven't heard her voice.
i believe it's almost been a year.

i miss her.
i miss her.
i miss her.

this girl, this girl,
she was a silly thing.
silly thing, but a smart thing
to go running when i screamed.

r.k.