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tic tok, tic tok — it has been hours,
yet im still here, patiently waiting–

–for your return to this thing so-called home;
grunts and sighs have filled the air and just
right, "what was i thinking"

you have been in your area of expertise
for over years now and that i should not bother,

however..

you keep me thinking about you and only you,
and i do not know if you do the same

from your eyes alone, i can tell, and that i could not
see nor even feel the sense of belongingness,
but then again, am i to be blame?

i asked you the question and you said yes,
we shared the feeling of love a year ago,
but is it still present?

i would not agree for even your
presence is oftentimes absent

with you being successful, it brought
me so much happiness and joy

but aren't you selfish enough that triumph
is merely for you to enjoy?

what about me? what about us?

what about trust?

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