She has come to my city and I have returned too.
She says she is busy and far.
I insist. She says she can't travel, she is not safe.
I listen. I accept.
I wait and I lose faith.
The time doesn't care and neither does she.
But one day, she texts and asks to see.
The inner self is uneasy to meet her and yet I resist.
I resist because I don't know if she truly wants to see or
she is tired of seeing who she has been with for months.
I resist and ask why the long wait!
She, then, talks of how I ignored and didn't approach.
Did she want me to approach?
Did I not understand her?
She never was clear as the climate change is now.
I'm not sure if she has a bit of truth and yet I want to believe.
But I do resist because I hate her enough.
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