Exoneration For The Guilty

I know I said I’d never return

This house of cards was made to burn;

I know I said your songs were stale

Your music mercantile, operatic retail.

You clutched my shirt and held my wrist,

Sang my words like a lover, recidivist.

But I snatched the melody from your lips

Traded love for the Muse, in a song frenetic.

Why won’t you say, I told you so?

Tell me I was wrong, pick up the phone.

Sing a song of love or condemnation,

A scream, a kiss, or an exoneration.