Signal Distortion

The intention is benign, 
and so has been in every instance since the first. 
The message was distorted, 
so it suits the eye that wants to see the worst.  
The attempt to clarify
has been brushed aside and called manipulation. 
The decision to ignore
it couldn't find a better justification.
The shot at moving forward, 
showing things were fine as they had been before, 
was dodged and now has faded
through the wires and out the faintly slamming door. 
The waiting for redemption
has extended well beyond its expiration.
The acceptance that it's through
has fallen hostage to a grasping desperation. 
The social obligation
will concede to force a smile and will pretend.  
The inner melancholy, 
though, holds no delusion this will ever end.  
The hoping beyond reason
will continue through the lie that it's undone.
The love without condition
binds a captive to the one who's not the one. 

Annette

I love to watch you fly,
and your triumph makes me smile,
but it's so hard not to hope
you'll come down once in a while.

In suspension 50 yards below, 
I can only hold you when you fall.
even if I had a way to climb,
I can't reach you, I'm just not that tall.

Rushing through the air, you take her hand.
she will catch you when it makes a show.
I'll be splayed and tethered to the ground.
Someone must be there when she lets go.

I love to watch you fly,
and your triumph makes me smile,
but it's so hard not to hope
you'll come down once in a while.

When you need me I will not give way.
Of course, I should be happy that you don't. 
I should pull up stakes and walk away,
but how can I be certain that you won't? 

I will not forget the way you shine. 
Nothing better waits out there for me.
What's the point of making a new start?
I'd still be tied in knots if I were free. 

I love to watch you fly,
and your triumph makes me smile,
but it's so hard not to hope
you'll come down once in a while.

Come down and see me once in a while.