Blame is self-destructive habit, but I do it anyway. I blame me for letting you go. I blame you for leaving. Over and over I’ve tried to figure out what happened. I have decided instead of being tormented by your memory, I am going to try to get you back. C.O.

Our eyes crossed,
my voice was lost,
Her smile destroyed my soul;
Words were broken,
thoughts were awoken,
Why must she torment me so.
From a poem by Peter Wetzel