I struggle to keep from wallowing
And fight the urge to mope
Yet I shamefully admit
My steps have a melancholy lope.
Today, I have walked six kilometers
Along the Ambleside sea wall
Hoping the soothing sound of the waves
Would resolve my latest fall.
Yet, here is where it all started
Almost two enchanted months ago
With a gorgeous sunset, and the City lights
Illuminating the tide with a radiant glow.
I never thought you’d be the cowardly type
Or that you would hastily scare
I regret telling you I loved you
I could have saved myself this despair.
You are too intimidated to let yourself love
And too insecure to take a chance
With such doubts and reservations,
How can any relationship advance?
It’s been nine days since you terminated us
Though, you’ve called every day this week
I am firm in my decision not to wait
And I still don’t understand what you seek.
Can you appreciate my reluctance?
I cannot endure another rejection
Chase me not, unless you are certain
You are prepared for love and affection.



A 'lope' is just a stride. I actually wrote this (or thought of this) while I was walking - head down, kicking the pebbles, and totally mopey. I had to sit down on a bench and scribble it all down before I lost the thought. I loped along, wallowing.

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