To my darling Dustin who's presence I've wished for as chronicled in the archives of my previous posts

I am no better then any of you

My feelings are small and petty too

So why am am I trailing behind

No victories to show of the familial kind.

This limbo of mine a result of thine

An unwillingness unknown

No resolution to find.

My heart strains

My resolve weins

A test

This test

Proofs hard to define

The equation unsolved

Till you make up your mind.

Must I stop serving the ball?

Is that what you divine?

An empty court, no volley to reply?

Partnerless.

Is that it?

Partnerless.

Is that your wish?


Partnerless.