Musings

STOIC

Oh love why art thou so elusive?

They said you are expensive but even if you were cheap,

I still couldn’t afford your caprices.

The ambit of your given pain is too heavy, I couldn’t go on.

My hope for you is dwindling like the last snowcap on an early spring.

Even so, to wait for you is a big amiss, I would be just tired.

Coming further late is befuddling my weary heart.

So here comes my impassive mask, my defense against sadness.

I can’t feel anything anymore.

Stoic I am. Stoic I will be.

Some short ruminations here.