Loops

The hands held expectantly waiting for answers
The heads bowed regretfully, swaying like dancers
The feet that don't stay still, but rock on the heels as if mad
A hole in the certainty that can't be mended
A doll in the gutter, exhausted, expended
A file lies unopened, the key left to shine on the sill

I can't see you again
There's a lock in my mind
There's a lake that I'm drowning in constantly
And I'll call when I'm gone
For the good to come home
And I'll miss it all someday but not yet

It's alive in here with me
I'm not just imagining
Everything catches its maker

I can't see you again
I want you to stay good
And I don't want reminding I'm wicked
And I'll call when I'm gone on your old telephone
You will hear it first, I guarantee

I can't cope with your brain
It's too good to destroy
I don't want to feel guilt for your downfall
I'll turn my head away
I won't watch, I won't stay
And I won't share your grief, I'll just run

There's no way to complain
Without missing the point
So I'll sit and I'll say I'm content.