Passing Strange

Its Complicated

Its Complicated

by sloanranger

I miss him tonight and I think he misses me.

We don't talk, our passion understated,

... its complicated.

Things are... we are - awkwardly situated,

all our feelings barely communicated.

But, you see... its complicated.

The ache in my heart, my loins -

almost self-perpetuated.

What can I say... its complicated.

I know that he too, is frustrated.

There's little we can do, for now

without things

becoming exacerbated...

it's just, well - complicated.

The change will come I know, and all at once I think.

Downhill at full speed

like a locomotive, heavy and full freighted.

Love, at last interlinked -

shall all at once and forevermore

be... un-complicated.