leave
if you shall leave
but please
don't sit there
on the pavement
with your head in your hands
crying out
for a broken one
speaking softly
to yourself
and tapping your knee
against your hand
stay
if you shall stay
and let the words come out
or sweep the letters under the table
and wait for the passing of the rain
but I'd rather
you'd make up your mind
for as soon as the ashes dance
across your tongue
our hearts begin to beat as one
until the firemen come
and lead you away
