even now, as i tread away
my steps are heavy
uncheerful, unready
as logic fuse with the heart
i am, as ever, as always
skeptical, constantly
wavering about my own decision
i still love him
and i always yearn for a miracle
another scene steps in
the accumulated hurt and conflict
will be ever-present
to crush whatever goodness there is
give him back to me
i want to be happy.