Something to Offer
Written January 2, 2010
A fumbling tongue,
a quavering exit.
I’m sure someone like you
doesn’t need it painted out:
I FALTERED.
I realized
that I had
nothing
to offer.
You saw my eyes fall
my voice fade my wits flee.
You’ve seen me show
what I often try to hide.
Do you still think of me the same? (Do you want to?)
I guess these doubts aren’t unfamiliar to me.
So if I could hasten the clock,
I would turn the hands to see this through.
We all have something to offer.
I think you’re pretty swell,
so let’s meet again
and find out
what that is.