Tired, so tired of this uncertainty

Of not knowing the word

That defines what you are to me

Even more tired of caring

And all this whiny soul-baring

Yet, something, almost against my will—

Will not let my mind be still

So consumed with fear—

I let everything fall—

Helpless, I crawl

Alone through the hurt

That I can no longer blame on you—

You could not have prevented this—

There is nothing now you can do.

Bury, release the pain—

Either way, it will surface

Fly back again.

I cannot overcome, I cannot win

I can feel no peace or gladness

Yet I’m not reduced to an ever-moping sadness

The days are too full and I can only spare

The occasional sigh—

Your name spoken to empty air.