The Head Center

Arranging my head
on the stairs. Rose petals
cling to my clothes and
skin like those little bits
of plastic bag. I want
more out of life
than clingy plastic or
even rose petals. But
as I sit on the stairs
gathering my head
I wonder what it was
that was so important.

Why did I get all
worked up over nothing, when
peace was all I ever sought
in the first place. I
need to let you know
that you are in my heart
and I didn't know that until
I sat on the stairs after
we argued. I'm sorry for
what I said. I know
it was awful.

You had put together
such a grand plan. The place
all decorated and filled with
love. I was blind to it --
I only saw the mess
of you and me. Now without
even knowing why I do things
I can say I'm sorry and I
love you. It's something I
learned somewhere along
the way. Thanks
to you.