[234] Melancholic


Do you think it’s all
Things frozen in place,
A predestined fate?
Actions a futile state?
Do you feel you have no say?

I wish I could tell you
That I knew
It’s not so.
Though, all I know
Is how I feel;
How can I know that’s real?


[230] Absent


When I am away,
I cannot help but think
About the time you wait,
And wish that I could stay,
And wish for another way
That we could together take.
But for now, you cannot follow,
And with each step I stray,
I cannot help but wallow
In this guilt founded sorrow.