Jesus came between us a few days ago.
I sit and watch you brood – about what?
I guess... I will never know.
It has always been my greatest fear.
Living with your echoes of emptiness.
You always make sure I hear.
You mumble to yourself – shake your head.
Refuse to communicate out loud.
And always leave the loving words unsaid.
You make it very hard to forgive.
Still, I begin each new day happy.
It is how I choose to live –
You’re mostly vigilant on the razor's edge.
Letting anger come between us.
I’m done, my love – now, Jesus drives the wedge.