Sitting here, I wait, abhorring everything around,
Listening, hearing silence, chest tight, I wait.
Clinging to the phone, but hearing not a sound,
My heart suspended, undefended, swallowed as bait.
I give her the world, in gesture and flesh,
She absorbs it as the Word, but does not reciprocate.
I feel in my heart, I give to her the best,
But whoa unto me, to ever interrogate,
Or agitate her beautiful mind, it sits asleep, on her throne.
I hear her meaningless declaration of unity.
It comes a time, man needs more than words alone,
As I swim along in her sea of ambiguity.
I sit in peril, silence, but inside I scream,
Inverting my troubles, pondering the impending decision.
Should I have leaped, two footed into snares unseen?
I'm afraid, gripping the wheel, for I've lost the vision.
But what would I be without her, for now she's my everything,
My heart and head ache simply at the thought.
With newborn freedom, I could do anything,
But all of those things, I do not want.
