INSANITY
It’s the fear of seeing you that keeps me behind closed doors,
It’s being without you that has me on my floor.
It’s the hope that someday soon you will call,
It’s the disappointment that washes over me when I hear nothing at all.
It’s the fire burning deep within my heart,
It’s being without you that is tearing me apart.
It’s lying in my bed with thoughts streaming through my mind,
It’s the feeling of helplessness and being left behind.
It’s wandering the street across our hometown,
It’s the essence of you that is weighing me down.
It’s the wonder if you have these thoughts late at night,
It’s the feeling it isn’t over but for now it just isn’t right.
It’s the hope that someday you’ll see me the way I see you,
It’s knowing we’re a perfect union: a blending of two.
It’s catching my breath knowing you’re not there,
It’s knowing you left me and don’t seem to care.
(January, 2002)