I feel this pain;
A familiar spinning in my chest.
(I'm almost certain it's called the thoracic cavity)
It happens whenever I think of you,
and when I think about not thinking about you.
Sometimes even when I'm not thinking about not thinking about you.
I think.

I want certainty.
I want to know when it will go away,
I'd even be happy to know that it'll last forever.
(At least I'd know, you know?)
But, I've felt it before,
And I know that it'll eventually go away.
Well, not go away.
More like a young man that visits an elderly woman.
He visits her everyday,
Then something comes up where he can't visit her one day.
He visits her the next, but his absences begin to accumulate.
Then, one day, he just stops visiting her,
and eventually forgets her.

The point is I guess,
I know it'll go away eventually.
I just don't know when.
And THAT is what kills me.