I don't know what to say,
but I have a lot on my mind
spilling off my tongue
and into the mouths of others.
I don't know what to feel,
but sensation of your skin
against mine
is all I can fathom.

(This
is
wrong
isn't
it?)

The five words repeat themselves
and
As all is becoming lost,
all I have left to claim
is this mark I bare from our last meeting
Which I could only assume is the evidence of our sins.

And I think I love you,
but that could just be the loneliness talking.
After all,
I am so lonely.

So
I wait
Just like I have for the past 17 years
I wait.

(Oh, were only cliches.).