Nothing Left

There is nothing left I can do. I’ve done all I could and much more, always. I’m at the dead end. Finally, it seems. Maybe I’ve been at this spot for quite awhile, but didn’t know it. It is so terribly sad. I can no longer continue. Too much has been taken, too little given. No balance, no prospect for the sharing I need. Your indifference intolerable. Your promises stillborn. Trust, already deeply damaged, evaporated.

I gave far, far too much -- my heart --while yours remained hidden, your intent too enigmatic. I left myself too vulnerable. I tried to have hope, so it seemed better to have no expectations to avoid disappointment. But now I see that all I have is no reason to hope. So forgive me now for avoiding your last kiss. I can’t give away the remaining love I have for you and be left empty.