coming to terms with,
"not meant to be"
only produces misery,
as i sit here consumed by memories-
not ready to let you go.

distant or forgetful,
i guess it could be both,
yet finally hearing back from you
kicks in this newfound hope.
i exhaust this same routine,
day in and day out
as this distance,
in various ways,
only brings more and more doubt.

if giving up is the best thing for me to do,
how will i ever really know?
you keep pulling me in
as you weigh your options,
but can't bring yourself to let me go.

"distance makes the heart grow fonder"?
how exactly can that be?
when your mind and heart remain at war,
seems like the heart only grows anxiety.