Again

I waived a promise again.

Your answers elude me,

And I question so blatantly.

Why does it strike the culpable?

Guilty of the same crime.

Your eyes draw mine tangentially-

That it may well be unrequited stings.

Your answers still elude me,

And I question elsewhere.

Why are there silences in between?

Watching live shadows gambol and game.

I was drawn because contact is often

A soul’s muse to persist and feel.

Your answers elude me yet:

And I question my ponderings.

Why does an accident prelude turmoil?

It’s passing so ephemerally endless.

And again I was drawn, unfortunately,

 To what is drawn elsewhere.

Your answers elude me no less than they did,

And I cease questioning.

Why is preserving oneself so challenging?

We once were hopelessly devoted to survival.

I have drawn eyes before,

You’re overwrought and in another’s keeping.

Curiosity killed me painfully and quickly.

Ignorance would have slaughtered me torturously.

I cannot waive the promise again.

But I have.

With faith in my goodness.