If it is as they say- it will get worse
before a reprieve will reach me...
I wonder if as it ebbs and flows
if that will mean an end to it, that if then- it leaves me.
If hearts grow fonder when apart
then what happens when they fray
untouched, unmoved, left to do what all things left do- fade.
Silence and what she knows it means
he asks, and she is silent of her fears
and hopes he doesn't notice them.
The passion and desire she feels for him flares
and falls and hurts her, needles and shards ripping
into pleasantries and memories of everything they have ever had.
And "I don't know you," and "Do you know me?"
I hate when you aren't here to ease my feelings,
and I love when you're small and apologetic like a child.
It is then that I know you are true.
When you are honest, when I remember you're human.
I Love you.