John

I know I’m late to this endeavor
but what else is there to say?
I’m just a Jenny - demons
abound and the fighting
is for me and me
alone.

Do you ever look over horizons
still missing the perfect find?
This endless sight has left
me blind, as bitterness
keeps me well
alone.

You’re the only one who didn’t
require detailed explanation
but listened just the same.
Ever hearing my voice
even when you’re
alone.

How many more years before
we learn these lessons well?
All for which we both yearn
is pouring through me
for you and you
alone.

© 2008 Marcy Stoeckel