What does one expect
When a half-love encased
In a couple nights of passion
Moves on to what they were before?

What do you expect
When the rain starts to fall
And the freeze comes through the window
Where doubt and certainty no longer matter anymore?

What do I expect
Myself to do when the tables
Burning from sidestepped passion
Crumbles underneath the final splintered leg
Leaving me without anyone, only myself with the ashes?

What to expect
What not
Expect

Seeing finally
That expectations are hopes
Dressed in end results that
Will never be enough

Never be that
Heart
That you wanted
From the start