But I can't.

Just let go.

Everyone's telling me
I cannot have you.
A cruel joke to remind me that
You are everywhere,

But never in my arms.

Beautiful, constantly on my mind,
And I'm thinking about you -- you are
Another train that won't arrive.
Now I'm sitting here waiting for

The uncomfortable truth.

So as not to tread too closely to
What should be obvious --
We allude to the obvious --
To find closure in ambiguities and pronouns.
It's hard

To end anything at all.

Left on a note never intended
The ending hangs open,
Like a poem in reverse,