It's there -
A knot of anger twisting inside me
Made from a string of hope
Meddled by imprecations
I make on myself
For being so daft to hope for such a thing.
It swells until my breathing quickens
And I nearly choke on the tangled mess.
But my composure I keep as my strength I regain -
Stronger the longer
You are away.
The knot unravels
And I nearly forget
All the trouble this was -
Until we meet again.
You will never change,
And as well you will never know
How I suffer each time we get close.
~Heidi Joens
