What am I supposed to do?

Just sit around and wait for you

Or tell you I’m in love?

When half the time I don’t know what’s real

Or if it’s just another figment of imagination?

I care or else I wouldn’t waste my time

Or feel that pressure in my chest

Every time I think of you...

And wonder about the truth

If I’m being selfish.

Has enough time gone by?

Is there still more to experience?

I wish everything could just go away...

Better yet the past 10 years.

If only I could accept all that is the present

And stop wondering all about you.

What you’re doing now

Is ripping me apart.

All these questions

Not enough answers

Is making me impatient

Nervous and angry.

Things are brighter;

Noises are louder.

It’s almost like a migraine coming on…

Maybe I should just sit here and be satisfied,

Not seek what cannot be.

Plain & simple, just exist

Just to be happy with not knowing.

Stop wondering what would be.

Stop the remembrance.

Stop the feelings,

And just imagine...

What could be?