Where Do I Stand? Poem by Robert Kallend

Solitude, depression, endearing pain. Such misery brought upon by these now previous yet yearned for moments.
The belief that we love each other in the balance. Yet perhaps the fine line shifting between love and lust is now but one.
Time drifts on and so too does the knowledge that these lies will keep us together.

Words of temporary relief and distraction help disregard that, that is so bluntly there.
The fragile disposition that we have left ourselves in, growing to the point that a mere word sheds a tear.
The sinking sun bowing to another day drawing closer the darkness of night.

The words you utter only applicable when in my presence. Under shadows guard, does it wander till our next dreaded encounter.
Mind unresting, and heart beat pounding, this quickened realisation of true intentions. Words are simply words, no truth no emotion. But enough to prevent further questions.

Questions are asked in order to understand, to prevent fragmented thoughts.
I ask only for real understanding as so far, none has caught me fast.
Snippets and pieces remain untold and in my heart lies a hole where you used to be.