And you sit there And have the gall To accuse me Playing ball You say With your emotions A story that is as tall As you, or worse As deep As me. My supreme sacrifice In this, my silence Not one of my virtues you see, Grips me in a vise While you dribble Around, and fumble Reach out and snatch At words that refuse to latch Onto exactly what you would like To say. And still… I wait, Not always patient, Sometimes I sigh Sometimes gasp when the price you extract From me, my love For yours, Though rightful Seems just a little too high. And still… I stay, While you muse And rave And rant And then subside Turn in for the night For tomorrow, Is another day, Another chance For us to smile, to laugh To dance.