I hate how erratic you make me.
You want me so right just to leave me waiting.
The tenderness I once had for you is eroding.
I feel it crumbling at my fingertips
every time you disappoint me.
What we are to each other is just dissonance now.
I don’t know how
you do it so well
to me still.
I guess this is just living
and evolving.
Sometimes
it feels more like longing,
for something
that will never really be here.
A love I never got enough of
in my younger years.