Distrust

And there you are again, rearing your ugly head.
I stare so intently, wishing you’d go away.

Will i take the ride, never to step off.
Not wanting to be, again in the line.

Too much promise, too much hope.
Saddens, yet provokes.

When its my turn, i’d never let go.
Only eternity, will hold.

So long, this wait has.
Taken its toll, perhaps.

To each, his own.
To find, and to hold.

Come back, please.
So long, so cold.

-Juls