In Times Past

JADIS (French: "In Times Past")

once again I tell you everything
crying on your shoulder
and crumbling at your feet
craving your answers to my asks,
and for questions to my pleas.

yet again do I ask for something
never learning, ever hoping
carefully, I clasp my hands in yours
those ever-indifferent digits,
and the low notes in my voice
stir no feelings in you.

time again for the old hurt
the regret, the self-blame
the grief so well hidden
to arise in a single stark flame
I burn before your eyes
the orbs filled with indifference.

now this time I think I learn
when the hour is well past
and the house too quiet
that no call will ever wake you
no bond will ever bind
your heart to mine
and what remains now is
too little, too late, too broken.

THE END