I am tired
and I thought you
were better than petty offences
that sit between things that aren't said.

We both have our secrets
but I won't hold the unknowable
to my chest and pretend
like it holds something precious
when all it holds is a "what if"
with no satisfiable answer.

I loved you because you held me
like I was human
but now you push me away
like a toy you've deemed defective.

I don't know what to think,
its hard to believe this is you.

I miss you
though I'm always beside you
grieving, watching you grieve
for a life that's not yet over
but fading with every sunrise
and sunset.                                                                      Jon York    2021