Solitare.

My Confusion.

Double the love, half the joy.
Two parts to my heart.
One might stay, one might go.
Fanciful lights that decorate.
Glistening but I swore, there was something wrong.
The paper crane flows down a river.
Slowly, getting wet and disappearing.

Now I’m at the crossroads,
with no traffic on both sides.
Left or right, right or wrong,
just this time I don’t know.

One lullaby, two pairs of ears.
Three hearts crash and burn.
Two alive, but one will be dead.
Imagination versus reality.
Can’t decide now, but there is something wrong.
Water poured over a bonfire,
Doused, but it’s gone, over and out.

Now I’m at the crossroads,
with no traffic on both sides.
Left or right, right or wrong,
just this time I don’t know.

I can cry, like a helpless wimp,
useless, but I can’t help it so
I just lie in wonder.