What It Is...

It’s not that I miss you and me,
Or the fact of this tragedy,
It’s not that I’m forever alone,
Or that my heart is on it’s own,
It’s not that this pain won’t cease,
Or even that it won’t increase,
It’s not that I’ll die,
Or that today I won’t cry,

It IS that I’m torn,
And slightly forlorn,
It IS that I’m patient,
And somewhat complacent,
It IS agonizing,
And painstakingly tantalizing,
It IS sincere,
And a hint of fresh fear,

It’s not hate
It IS love