Conversations ever changing

the flow of seasons

as summer becomes autumn, leaves continuously falling

the words pause without reason

so I ask why

you went from telling me everything

from me seeing you cry

to nothing . . .

like rain through a roof, you slipped

through the cracks, vanished

losing you I lost myself, pieces you ripped

but like a magic trick you’ll turn up earnest

and so you played this game

tear me up each time

a constant pain

against you I built walls, a steel line

only to watch it bend and break

you . . . my only weakness

a repeated cycle, my often mistake

but while I love I have felt pain and hopelessness

because to have hope

is to expect a difference unlikely

to wish for the need to no longer cope

cuz you’ll never be mine and that was likely