How can I miss what I don’t love?
You hardly leave my mind
I am left in awe of

You, with the demanding presence, it’s true
I remember a time when jealousy grew.

Always watching you from afar
But never do I hear from you, my morning lark.

A few moments frozen in time
Have given me this false sense of sublime
Sadly, so many would hold them to a shrine.

Observers in the distance
Know nothing of this,
My empty soul and weakening persistence.

Unfitting, this battle grows old
My springs fade to winter
And your heart proves too cold

Too cold, to even harbor a beacon of hope
Baggage carried at an inclined *****.

It goes against the grain
To throw it all away
More damage would only cause more pain.

Why do you jest at old wounds
And play yourself a sad little tune
When it is you that buries us in this solid tomb?

It is now, that the lights are out
We have learned to shield our hearts
But I’m still here, going about

Picking up the pieces
A shame to use these
Folly, weakening adhesives.

My only wish is for you to let me be
You have performed no sisterly duty

I continue to stand in the middle
Yearning to be set free.