I can't be satisfied in this.
and want to make it
different
and better but
not alone, not by myself.

I don't
know when to
stop trying
with you.
when to stop
trying for you.

and what is it I'm really feeling?
what am I truly doing?
how? am I really searching?
nothing is coming clearly.

how much to tell you
how often to let you know
I miss the laughter
and the tears and
the hurt and the
care and the fun...

but maybe it's just not our time.