I was sure I held a certainty,
As sure as I could touch.
Secure it would always be there,
I treasured it very much.
I tended to it with delicacy,
Supplied all the needed tools.
Followed all the instructions,
(Instructions written by fools.)
I nurtured it with loving care,
Offered all the staple demands,
Listened to all of its’ concerns,
Stroked it with both of my hands.
I presented all of my own self,
Completely, not hoarding a part,
Certain the same care that I gave,
Would be returned to my own heart.
This delusion soon proved untrue,
And the effort I had given was denied.
I must have grasped too tightly,
And the less I got, the harder I tried.
“I think I can still salvage this.”
“Maybe I have misunderstood?”
For it was such a certainty.
I could try again. I should!
My good nature was overlooked,
My intentions, perceived wrong.
“That must be it! It had to be!”
Why would certainty say, “So long?”
I will send a letter just to make sure,
I will place just one more text,
No response? They weren’t delivered!
Now what should I do next?
It can not be that I’m being ignored,
When I have given my best.
Then the words that burned like fire,
“Please give it a rest.”
I long for understanding,
To ease my spirits’ mind.
And search so hard for answers
That I will never find.
And now I’ve been forgotten,
So forgotten I shall be.
Hoping soon that the reason,
Won’t matter much to me.
And move on with the knowledge,
That there is no certainty.
