Resolute and confused,
sometimes,
sometimes not,
in realms that I do not know,
feeling lost and alone,
and unhappy without you,
and with you on the other end of the telephone,
and with me often,
working away in somewhere that I do not know,
and with me not truly happy but working myself to the bone,
working myself to the bone,
alone,
alone in a foreign country somewhere,
somewhere mostly for where I do not care,
oh, how tiresome it is and how lonely I feel,
so far away from you,
and really missing you,,
and though I earn good money,
and lots of money,
what good is it and how can it ever be worth it,
when I never get to spend any real time with you.

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