Passion's problem.
A snake in the grass with poisoned fangs.
A euphoria
That turns to frustration.
Misunderstandings.
"Never thought YOU would be suicidal," he says. "Never meant to imply."
Passion's problem.
Words misunderstood.
One language with multiple meanings.
"I am sorry," she replies.
He hears a soul upset.
"Don't apologize," he intones. "I overreacted."
Passion's problem.
The simple is complex. The quiet is a cacophony.
Words on a page cannot carry the meaning of voice.
Stuck outside the tower and looking up, he says,
"A rock I might be...but I need firm ground to hold.
Even a rock can slip."
She stares back at his eyes.
The left with a fleck sadness and understands:
It was never his intention to push her, but she now sees
He has to help others for himself.
Ignosce Mihi
And that is not Passion's problem.
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