Second Life

When
were you going to
tell
me about your second
life?

Im waiting
here
possibilities are running
across my
eyes.

I hate
I cry
I want to see
But dont.

I have no sympathy
I have no love
for one such as
this.

It tears me
It grips my heart
with
such a force.

I cry out
but
I am alone in a place
made by
failed preventions.

Worry
plagues my heart
wanting
seeing
waiting
but needing.

Hoping
but not unlike
failing.

Scared
but not unwanting
of such a hope.