Looking for Blame
Don’t get up nights.
Don’t worry, fret,
Or chew your nails
Staring at rain
Looking for answers
When there aren’t any—
At least, not
In rainy panes
Or boiling puddles
Of rain.
Go back to bed
And dream
About the first time
We met—
How kind I was then
Always whispering
Your name;
Then, ask yourself
Was it you or me,
Or perhaps,
Time's plaunder...
Or maybe
The mythical Someones
Whom we all know
Can call a game
Simply because
Of thunder.
