Edith was facing me again,
Trying in a way to explain
Something hidden inside herself.
Three years it took her to obtain
This old truth, her odd pain.
Running from it, just did’t work.
And now she had to take it out
Looking at it will make her doubt
Everything that she thought she knew?
“No matter whom I’m with or where
I seem to need no one, but then
I feel alone, in a good strange way
This makes me guilty? Because I stay ?
Although I’m partnerless.. everyday.
Andiboni 