The draw, the pull
Its origin does not interest me.
I recoil when silence is unveiled
In response to opening the wound, the one I didn’t know was there.
The salt scorches hope unfulfilled
Hope of something different this time.
I cannot touch what isn’t there
The love I offer, the taste of truth
Leaves me waiting far too long
I refuse to say goodbye
Refuse to accept it is just me
Refuse to accept the unrequited.