Who are you accusing? Why are you thinking this way?

By believing that my plan was to appear to pretend to 

but not really intend to

Pick you up at the airport

You open many wounds

And show me many of your weeping gashes.

My heart is pure and good.

It would never create a scenario like the one you have imagined

Because it does not know how to.

Because I know my intentions

And they are always forthright and honest

And hiding nothing

You, by your accusation,

Accuse me of lying of being a lier.

Accuse me of plotting of being a plotter

Accuse me of being nasty of being shameful and rotton

Accuse me of misleading you for some personal gain.

You accuse me of being stupid.

What lying?

What Plotting?

What mean-spiritedness?

What personal gain for me could there be?

Maybe I liked the fancy of cramming everything into Stella.

What fun it would be!

Maybe I could not know that the car would be covered in snow, in a rut

by the Side of a slippery road before I came to get you.

What best thing than to call out to you

Immediately after the DANGERS becomes so suddenly apparent

How blessed I felt, remembering your words..."don't pick me up

if the weather is bad"

Somehow, somewhere inside of you,

You create a scenario

Where I am indifferent, sneaky, back-stabbing, loveless, and mean.

Yet, I am caring, loving, responsible and protective.

Where did this idea come from that is locked in your mind

and why would make you lash out with you mind

When you know I am nothing but kind?

Where did that notion come from and

Can you stop it the next time I wonder?

I hope you can. I hope you will. 

It is like hot sand, pealing away my skin. Yes, my love is within,

but scraping me to my bones; that's not the way to be with it.