Breakdown Elegy

I give up. I am giving in. There is nothing left to decide. Nothing remains in the vaults to win. Questions revolve amidst my mind in volumes. I am wondering what travels through your brain when you lie awake at night and how you are able to function during these estranged days. Did you even shed one tear when you read those words? Did you ever consider the consequence of running away? The weakness revealed by this move is a bit staggering. Just one subsequent conversation could have left some skin on our backs, but you turned off like a defective television set. You couldn't deal with the harshness of it all and in an instant scaled the wall in retreat. I now lament that this tough girl display reveals such massive insecurity. And now there is only time that divides us. There is nothing left, but wide open time.