I wish again, this were the last.
Oft spoken, yet misunderstood,
Your words haunt me, in this emptiness vast.
Not a single emotion,
Or the resemblance of warmth.
The crudeness of your demeanour,
The enormity of it all.
I search your eyes
For affection that would envelop me
Or a single trace of adoration
So I could think of a "we"
I look at myself
Look, what you have made of me!
Trembling for your trust
Or even a semblance of love
The story never ends
I wish again, this were the last
Oft spoken, yet misunderstood
Your words haunt me, in the emptiness vast.
29th March 2008