One year later, I'm still where you left me.
Tired, undone and unfinished.
Untangling the knots
Of disappointment.
Two years later, I'm halfway there,
Still holding on,
To the promises you made.
Nearly forgetting,
You were never there.
Three years gone,
There's love for me to feed on.
Roughly recollecting the sense
Of your touch.
Four years lost,
There's so much I've gained.
Strength and happiness,
Unduly maintained.
Five years remained,
I've lost count now.
Too busy enumerating,
Favours of people
Who've loved me,
helped me,
And embraced me.
Tell me,
What won?
What gave in?