My heart felt relief
But it was only a coup
Many months ago
What could I do?
She sent me away to never return
But made no sense as I listened to her
To her my words were not enough
Did her past appear with a striking blow?
Giving her discomfort and pain?
How could I know?
I felt her conflict as she fought it off
But for whatever reason I’m still in my cave
Though it feels much more like a grave
A real conversation is what I desire
Not contention or accusations!
Not throwing explosives into a fire!
I’d just love to say
That she doesn’t have to hate me
She doesn’t have to hide away
Time is all I have right now
But even that is dying somehow
No one cares to help me out
So I’ll remain in this prison with questions and doubt
Trapped! With not so much as bail.
Cold! I lie face down on the ground
Her illusion of freedom is the ultimate jail