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



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