Interrogation
by Chanel Danette 3/20/10
The first thought that crosses my mind when I think of you is confusion.
Creating a cluster of question marks that mark my path questioning if this is the right road to take.
Whether straight or curved, the road seems long and unbearable
leaving me with the isolated point at the end.
You lead me to believe in a lost cause with no effect.
Seems like a cause not worth hiking, or a shameless hike not worth the effort.
Or maybe it is like a game of clue or an episode of unsolved mysteries;
because in this version, the killer who punctures my heart is never revealed.
They are slick and sly and waiting to go in for the kill,
they are waiting to break my heart into pieces that continue to fall and shatter like broken glass.
Only to hit the floor bearing loneliness, no broom to carry it out or sweep me off my feet.
I often recall hearing a lot of "whys" about the "whos", "which" is us,
and "what" I really want to know is "when?"
"when" do i get my turn, i don't really care "how" it will happen,
you just gotta tell me "where" and i will be there.
Nothing is enough, instead you ask too much.
You are deemed unable to share your life, your soul, your being.
Instead there is too much confusion, too much static to focus on one channel.
You can either turn to a different station or view the black screen. It's your choice.
What you do share with me is the unveiling of a secret ingredient,
too secret that even the chef doesn't know his own recipe.
He is unwilling to try something new. Unfamiliar with creating a better recipe unknown to his kitchen.
So there is a pinch of unsureness added to the mix,
creating a spicy, yet satisfying, flavor that only you could enjoy.
For I find this taste bitter and not to my liking;
not what I expected.
So next time, I'll ask the questions and be confused;
for my certainty of you will have shifted and my judgement has become poor.
You will still ask me "how" and "why",
but turning the tables, I will be the one unsure.
