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