when is it time, I wonder,
to walk away?
to accept rejection not as a challenge
but as defeat?
to understand the unreturned sweetness
the absence of affection
the subtly cool response
as my cue to exit?
is it a lack of ability or a lack of inclination?
a measure of uncertainty or a deficit of desire?
as much as i hope it isn’t,
is now the time?
is the waiting no longer an act of
courage and adoration,
but a portrait of desperation and
has my time