How not to Save a Relationship

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Delirium

For four hours I have stood
In this harsh blizzard of gale and sleet.
I endure the elements, impervious to the cold,
because without you, I am incomplete.

I can only imagine as to why you're not here.
You've never been late before without letting me know.
Our sacred promise to each other extended even to the
little things which other people would consider just for show.

Five dial tones and three voicemail messages later,
and I am still no closer to discovering your location.
I want to believe you haven't forgotten about me,
but somewhere inside of me, I question your dedication.

My hope is dwindling, slowly but surely,
The fire of my heart becomes small and smaller yet
But still I wait, I wait for you. You who are my love,
You who are my life, a product of an unspoken debt.

Am I to think that our binding vows no longer
hold enough sway to tie us strongly together?
Perhaps I should not doubt that our differences
have infiltrated the vault of pure love nether.

Should such a mere trifle tear us apart,
destroying the foundation we have laid for years?
I am not one to hold a grudge for such light matters,
but have your consolations and truces all been austere?

Have you been true to me, honest to me?
Are you even the same person I met all those years ago?
It has taken me these four hours of missing you,
yearning for you, to finally understand. At last I know.

The chasm between us is uncrossable.
The wounds too deep, the pain too great.
They say that time heals all mortal wounds.
Not this time. Not for us. Not against fate.

And as I get up to leave, the dark sky is broken
and I am surrounded by a beam of pure white light.
I travel through a passage of blurring lines which
takes me away from reality, from tonight.

My eyes open. I am in a bed in a clean room.
A drip protrudes from my arm and an insistent beep
breaks the silence while matching my heart.
I feel a pain that transcends my worries steep.

Then I notice her, my dark angel,
sitting next to me, holding my hand but asleep.
I see the scars and cuts on her face and I remember everything.
I curse my dream. I curse myself. Then I weep.

Forgive me.

Till next time, may you agglomerate all your unpremeditated contemplations.