As day comes
And day goes
Nights say hello
Nights bid goodbye
The more I realize
You will never truly be mine

It just can't be
Logic simply won't have it
That I, merely me
Nothing to really write home about
Mentally or physically
Can ever call you
You, you
Everything, always
Every bit of you
Mine

See
Parts of you
Well, chunks, really
Are still his
And then there are all those
Other pieces
Wheeling
Through space
That are unattainable
By anything
With a beating
Heart

This may just be
My resignation
I don't know
And I'm starting
Not to care
And I'm okay with that
Truly fine, actually
I'm content
So
I think this just might be
It