Vows.
Shattered, now engraved on broken glass.
I have, but cannot hold, not without pain.
Do you cherish? Do you honor?
You evade.
Your efforts.
Hobbies, studies,
It's all clanging noise that drowns out the question
Of why there's no love.
Your self image
Of giving and helping and teaching,
It's a great way to spend free time,
But gains us nothing,
If you don't love me.
I wait
For you to change
Or, more accurately, change again.
Not fully understanding,
Still bound by my vows,
Til the imperfect pass away.
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