Tell me what am I supposed to do
with my love for you
hours fantasizing of us being together loving
experiencing
growing in the warmth of our love.
Now I see you two hours a week
We chat like friends
You don't seem to need my love
You don't even want me
to tell you how I love you.
I'd love to tell you about my dreams about what we did in them.
You probably don't long
you're too full of her love
too satisfied
I was left alone
with nothing to do.