I’m really tired of your apologies.

I’m tired of sitting there wondering if you’re coming back.
I’m tired of feeling foolish for waiting to see if you’ll return.
I’m tired of telling myself “five more minutes”.
I’m tired of saying that more than once or twice an evening.

I’m tired of feeling like I have to reach out every time I want to talk to you.
I’m tired of feeling like some of our conversations are just you punching your “time card” for the week.
I’m tired of feeling lonelier after our talks than before.

I’m tired of wanting us to be back to where we used to be because I’m tired of feeling like I’m the only one who wants that.
I’m tired of feeling like I wasted an evening by giving you my full attention while we try to talk.

I’m tired of hoping.  I’m so very, very tired.