Blindfolded not knowing where she is again
Who she is with, how she feels
Does she enjoy this?
So tied I can’t go to her
I can’t reach towards those eyes which so often turn away
Does this have any meaning?
Why does it bother me so
If it was only work why couldn’t she not kiss me before
Trust up enveloped and resting on a ledge
I have to accept this if we will have a chance
She is hating my constant closeness
Guilty for how she knows I feel.
What is left here?
Do we enjoy each other
or just provoke need in each other?

After struggling through a wilderness of a conversation
Drowning in awkward tundra
Pretending to be calm and fine
Throat choked up
She needs to finish getting ready for her deed
I hear another abandonment
I am such a mess
A small wave crest peeps upwards
Saying she loves me before leaving.