Your energy

Channel it into

Me

What is expected? What has occurred?
You wrote that you'd be the best to me that you could be
for ever and ever, so maybe that's what you're up to.
Maybe the best that you can be is not being at all,
and that's why you stopped responding, months ago.
Things change, they grow.
Inside of us,
or sometimes,
outside of us.
There are times when we weed them out. 
Sometimes other people
weed them out for us, 
no matter what desire is buried,
how deeply rooted;
the past is fertile when it lies in our hearts.
I cried for you.
I should have told you why, then, 
but I was afraid.
Now, I'm not afraid. And
I know, it's never too late, though
sometimes,
it is too far.
The gulf is wide, the chasm deep, and
I can only reach half of the way across it,
towards you.