Reflected opinions on a dusty screen;
My waiting gets the worst of me.
I leave, she follows me asking,
‘Where have you been?’
I listen silently, inside I grieve.
When distances become reason for doubt.
Where do I go and what shall I do?
When I can no longer pour it all out.
And when I finally answer her,
I half expect her to say, ‘So, what’s new?’