Failure
― Samuel Beckett
Blur across borders,
In dark peripheries
No one knows us.
I see us in autumn
In misty rain
Repeating a scene
Of doleful pain.
A girl from the country
From a small town
With me in the city
Far from home;
God knows
What I was thinking
Or if I
Thought at all,
I couldn’t grasp
Your need
Or accept
My fault.
Unequal
To the task—
To the moment,
To your call,
Fled from you
In weakness,
When needed…
And did nothing at all.