It was this feeling
That kept me from the bounds of love

Pick up the phone
He called
I called back ...
No one answered

A good morning text sinking on the verge of our last conversation

You abandoned me
Left me to die
In the needles of my own mind

But

You texted back
Gave me a view of why hour heart had chosen Mine
To its own accord

It's this feeling I despise

The questions dancing at the heel of my feet
Tripping me
Be careful , here's when I fall on my face

It's this feeling I despise

Walking into a home
Whose lock has never been changed
And many have walked through its dulled out edges

It's this feeling I despise
The feeling of actually being in love with you
Not now , yesterday, tomorrow or today
But again?