III.
I ache with desire,
but this is not physical.
This is a need of my heart,
for you to acknowledge my existence.
Am I even alive?
Does my flesh fade with tradewinds?
I sigh and shed a tear;
but is it just rain?
I can not understand, but want to.
Why would we have made plane?
Why the promises? The sweet words?
This only causes pain to me now.
There is something you do not know.
I expressed these feelings to you
long before I knew our second
would be our last.
You didn't know this?
Perhaps you should have been listening.
IV.
It is rare that I feel such passion.
More often, I am able to convince myself
that I simply don't care about
the most pertinent of things.
I had everything planned out.
I knew what I would do and say
in any situation presented.
But I was given no chance.
What do I ask of you?
A kiss would be nice,
as would an explanation.
I would be happy for a simple "hello."
How could you vanish
--into thin air--
and simply forget about me?
