By Eric Y. Theriault

Before I met you,
Things were going wrong.
Death seemed like the choice
And then you showed up
And turned me away

I may at times
Seem a little nigh eve
But you know why
I don't know how to act
Since I've been away for a while

Don't want
to force you into anything
Yet I don't want to
keep you dissatisfied
Just because I've been away

Don't want you to change me
But rather teach me
All you know
And let me teach you
The little I know