Off Beat

You are my heart,

it always gets broken

one way or another

by myself or some other.

I'm always out of rhythm,

one beat behind or ahead

of where I should be when

you decide it's time to lead.

 Inept, I wait on one foot

poised to waltz ensync.

Only to watch you solo

gracefully to wild applause.

I'm never sure of my cue.

Where do I come in?

Discordant and off beat

with no collaboration.

The lines we draw waver

in differing directions,

creating poignant scenes

of two different seasons.

You are my heart,

it always gets broken.

Tears only last so long,

breath exhales, and I go on.

© Tamera Dobbins  2016