You ... the one I chose to share my life, though I share not yours.
Never have, never will ... so obvious your unwillingness to be here, really here.
Love?
My fault; I chose, I waited, I wasted.
Now what? Go solo? How after years together though not?
Could I be alone without a lifeline?
A hand to reach for even though it isn't there?
Face alone all of life's tragic-comic operas?
But still ... the illusion of you there for me,
Not now, not ever ...
But still ... unable to let go of that I never had.
Still cling, still hope in deep, dark nights.
Love?
Fool me? Fool, me.