If banged my soul against a brick wall

Time and time again

Waiting for this all to end –

The hellfire drawing me like a moth to the light

The passions I wish to deny

But they dance across my indulgent smile

The too eager readiness to go the extra mile

The fleeting moments regularly recalled

The heart and mind both enthralled

And in your habit of staying too long

And the lyrics of your unscheduled song

Our unflinching psychic radar

Trained on each other no matter how far

Our need to touch base

Our too happy face

The cryptic clues we weave through the years

Our tug-of-war with desire and fears

And despite the unwritten sacrifice

None of it has sufficed

To make us grow sick of this sickness

Never to be witnessed