By Tony K (tny@ix.netcom.com)
Date: 28 March 1998

Love's Dystopia

I'm angry.
Mad at you for putting me through this.
Furious with myself for letting this happen.
Incensed with life for being this way.

I'm hurting.
Crawling through each minute of everyday.
It's been five days we've not spoken.
The longest since we've been together.

I'm waiting.
You said you needed time to think.
How long will this go on?
Another hour? Another day? Another week?

I'm confused.
Searching, I look for answers.
Desperately, I need to know.
But you're not here to work things out with me.

I'm scared.
You're not here to hold me.  Reassure me.
I'm not there to show you my true feelings.
Where are you?  What are you doing? What are you thinking?

I'm depressed.
I'm drowning in loneliness.
I need to hear your voice.
I hold the phone, hoping you'll throw a lifeline.

I'm crying.
The stress has overcome me.
The bewilderment is torturing me.
Missing you is killing me.

I'm in love.