QUOTE : Questions<br /><br />When she asked me out for coffee,<br />I knew she was different.<br />Her words were funny but lonely.<br />Her eyes nervously asked questions.<br />I was looking into a murky well,<br />but I couldn't turn away.<br /><br />Sometimes I wish I could take her away.<br />We could walk a beach sipping coffee,<br />and she'd laugh and feel really well<br />and not start crying. She'd be different.<br />No one would ask me questions<br />about being with someone so weird, lonely.<br /><br />'Save me,' she whispers. It makes me lonely.<br />My life before that first day seems far away.<br />Her cutting habit scares me. I ask questions<br />so maybe she can say what hurts. I offer coffee<br />with lots of sugar and milk, something different.<br />She dries her smudged eyes, sighs, 'Oh, well.'<br /><br />I wish we could hold hands by a rock well<br />and fling in her thorny wounds, fears, loneliness.<br />Maybe things with her will never be different.<br />Maybe I need to pack up and run far away,<br />but then tomorrow, alone, she'd drink bitter coffee<br />again, and I'd be asking myself what-if questions.<br /><br />My counselor asks me confusing questions<br />about whether I can cure her, make her well,<br />and what if I hadn't gone out for that first coffee,<br />can I really save anyone but me. 'But she's so lonely,'<br />I say, 'and I love her and can't just turn away.'<br />I even pray that she'll wake up smiling, different.<br /><br />My family says, 'Think of college, a new different<br />life, a clean start.' Maybe a roommate will question<br />my politics, sign us up for a trip to the mountains far away.<br />Can, should I, forget her, and focus just on me? Well, <br />I'd miss her too, digging into my skin, lonely<br />for what I provide, warmth and not just in the coffee.<br /><br />People say I don't look well, I stopped coffee,<br />but the broken questions just replay, won't go away.<br />I want to be different even if I'm lonely.