Saturday

a love that was never really meant to be.

As I walk into
the emptiness of my home
like the emptiness of my heart
Always knowing
Never expecting

As the light gives way
to the cold darkness of the night
like the feeling in my soul
Always knowing
Never expecting

And learning that
this is all it is
all that can be expected
a world of loss, of loneliness,
of never reaching out
only seclusion
no going forward, no going back
the purgatory between life and death
no love, no hate
no joy, sorrow or despair
just disdain for not having
something so close

Always knowing
Never expecting.