A Hopeful Sonnet

How is it we never manager to fade,

With all of this emptiness I feel?

How do we hold back this inner tirade,

When I know what we have is not real?

I look at this with a new pair of eyes,

No, not new, but wiped down and adjusted.

It was not that my head was full of lies -

Truth tends to change once it’s old and rusted.

What pains me most is that I can’t blame you.

My heart is the one pushing me away.

And as much as my mind fights to pursue,

The force inside me refuses to sway.

My last hope is to be patient until

Our love returns, though against my will.