Waiting
for
the words
to come from you.
I’ve been idly by,
my soul a’ wasting.
Holding down
the irrational feeling
that I’ve been betrayed
again.
So much for
meeting in the middle.
Maybe it’s time
we died
a time or two.
What we had before
was unsustainable,
just a little left
to get us through.
So,
we can either try,
or you can go,
and I will sit here,
waiting all alone.
Under the stars,
knowing in my soul,
that it was either
love,
or life,
but never both.
HG – 2020
