Maybe it’s just
that I’ve had
my fun
 
and it’s time
now to
endure what
I’ve put you
through.
 
How does
erratic behavior
become so
cyclic?
 
It’s overwhelming
how often
the possibility
of you
enters my mind
 
and I
wait
with unease
 
if I don’t
do something
I don’t think
fate will.
 
Bartering
one prospect
for another
 
where is that
space where
I grasp
 
“it all.”
 
Meet me in
some new place

let’s
start
over.