– Emotional Currency –
I endure the lengths of your silence,
and the emptiness of waiting
for that certain kind of touch.
The entropy of my empathy
is an ever dwindling force.
My love has become a sacrifice
to the facility of that space between us.
With such force seeking to move me
from place to place as a body of currency,
I often lose sight of my true identity.
The effort of pouring of myself
into the empty vessel of you
is so much greater at times than the thrill
which I would in turn receive;
Debasement of a connection once emotional,
now paid only as a form of capital.