Waste

I feel fear
Lonliness' jear
are you with him while I sit here
400 miles away trying not to care?

A tear
as you clear your conscience
and I hear you say
that you're not ready though you love me.

The searing pain of physical acceptance
tearing myself apart because I know what I'm doing
is wearing feelings that are not mine
when my soul beckons for me to hear its wisdom
a mere realization that happiness is all that is dear

and all this even though
I know you're asleep
at home
missing me, and kissing me
in your dreams.

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