lamentation

Who I want, doesn’t want me
Who wanted me, I sent away
Now I long for her constantly
This is the price I have to pay

Spending nights meditating
Still reliving the punishment
In my room, ‘contemplating’
This (solitude) is my lament

Where’s the one who I want
Where’s she who wanted me
Here, the air is unclear to me
yeah I swear, it’s all irrelevant

What will become of she?
What will become of me?

I can never, ever, be happy
…with someone else touch
I wish this one was the other
…which (I care) for so much
But she doesn’t stare at me

© Ricardo Sexton