Uncertain tension, and not knowing
the gates have been broken, floods flowing
anxiety replaced with a kind of relief
unknown become known, tensions released

The last three weeks of sleepless nights,
and endlessly shifting streetlights
stretched across the wall, divided by blinds,
and tortured with ideas of all kinds.

Wondering why and how it came to be
That you seemed to have lost your love for me.
And when I came to see you, my thoughts were confirmed:
You said “I’m sorry, but this bond is adjourned,

Possibly to continue at another time.”
And even without words, I heard pantomime
That you still loved me. I believed it true.
That you just needed time to find the true you.

But now here I am, heartbroken, alone,
Deleting your pictures from my cellphone.
‘Cause it’s the memories that hurt me the worst.
Haunted by the happiness, the thoughts of our first:

Our first touch, first kiss, first I love you.
When our love was exciting, fresh, new;
Our burning flame flashed like forest fire,
So fierce, so bright— how that could expire,

I will never understand, but I have to accept.
Love’s too good to be true, what did I expect?