Weighing the Facts (I am, After All, a Libra)

 
I drove to your house
The other day at 6am,
No thought involved.
Just me, the car, 
And my tiny foot
Pushing the gas pedal completely flat.

I walked to your front door
And raised my tiny fist to knock,
But paused halfway there.

I thought.
I considered what I'd done
For less than half a second
Then turned round and
Drove right back home.

I wasted half a tank of gas
On you the other day.
No. Thought. Involved.
Just got in the car and drove.

Somehow, I know it's not enough

For your tiny
South Jersey
Soul