I wish I could understand
Body: After all these years I wonder why
I let it fall apart like I did.
"Things fall apart," I say,
and wonder why
people don't hold on just a little bit tighter.
After it's broke it's useless to fix.
The crazy glue may hold fast,
But the hairline cracks still show,
a reminder of the fall,
constant and nagging.
And so I wonder why
I would have let it come to this,
knowing there is no repairing the jagged edges.
"Things fall apart," I say,
and I suppose there is nothing one can do about it.
I turned my head and your wisdom
Was wasted on me.
Not everything falls apart.
Not everyone lets go –
only me,
seeing no reason to hold on,
finding no will to prevent it,
let things progress this far.
"Things fall apart," I say
to the guy behind the bar.
He gives me a look
that says, "I know",
And refills my drink one more time.
