ROCKSETTE

That look you give

when you're leaving

tells me that you're not going anywhere

when you should.

You should be going

you should be leaving.

This thing

this thing

has no promise

no future

and I wish you'd understand that.

I wish I'd understand that.

I wish we could at last be done with this

this rotting muscle between us

but that look tells me we don't

as no doubt, does my look to you.