this form that gives itself to lists, i find
release in asking more of lines that twist
and cannot rhyme. in fights, in tears, in time
(the list here means i can't forgive, the list
here means i'm stuck) you'll see how hard i tried
to give you what you needed. slow and cross
the frown will sneak towards eyes you meant to hide.
so what is this, then; can we call it lost?
or sadder still, a deeper sigh: the dream
you left in bigger hands, and several years
have passed from then to now. you burn, you crave
for higher heights and clearer skies, you scream
for simple death; but neither time nor tears
can bring you peace, except for in decay.