Should I consider how my time is spent?
Each day goes by much like the last
You're in my thoughts, my loving past
Days blur into weeks, cruel lament
I hope you'll come back is my intent
Though my white flag flies at half mast
You know me; but you keep acting in contrast
Every time I reach out, you pull back with dissent
Then strangely when i want space, you appear
Wanting to connect you suddenly say
And you seem calm, my love; i think you'll stay
Your indecisive actions confuse me; it's not clear
If it is not your intention to hold me close
Then just go away and remain a ghost!
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