So many choices to make,

Which way to turn…

 

What does this way offer,

Where will it lead?

 

And if it does lead,

Do I have to follow?

 

I don’t know,

I can’t see.

 

I want to follow my heart,

But I can’t.

 

It is gone,

He took it.

 

But if he doesn’t want it,

Why won’t he give it back?

 

A word

Just a word, any word.

 

I miss him.

“I love you, I know I said I wouldn’t, but I do”, remember?

 

The truth is hard,

The reality of emptiness harder.

 

How can I change it now?

I want to, but can I?

 

Before it is too late?

Before the choices are made?

 

I want to ask him, I need to – now, please …

August is too far away.