I’m not so familiar with this perception
That I’m enduring.
I acquire it when I can’t talk to you;
And when you don’t say
"I love you", back.
It’s quite silly, I guess.
I should know that you love me,
But it’s still there,
It still exists
As just a feeling.
This feeling will embark
When I see you again.
Yet, it will only recompense
When we abdicate, once more.