Progress Toward Nothing Poem by Rick Elpers

Mornings bring sorrow
Though she's never 
Been to this house
She's been in my heart
For over a year now
And I in hers
Shes taken me out
Not out of my actions
Accept now of my emptiness
She recoils from having
Created this loneliness 
 Prefers to be vacant
Nor honoring our friendship 
As we've talked about
It's my doing as I'm sorrowful
And must correct to enliven
Our tidbit of a friendship
As its my fault for this malaise
She's fine she's busy she's getting
laid no problem she's happy
I'm not