To a time I thought I had moved on

Her face burrowing to the deepest depths of my brain

Every night keeping me up longer and longer

Lingering on the tip of my tongue

Every word I wish I had said before

She moved to a rhythm

Sapping my flaws

Ignoring my needs

Keen on my divine attention

Nevertheless, I listened

On again with the stories, and the rumors

Without question I miss neither

Towering over my head, a stack of empty weights

Her, of course, on to the next, not a moment's hesitation

Early morning rises

Balance has returned

Sleep found me at last

Talking ensues

Talking only of what's new

Empowering her new relationship

Really must I listen anymore?