A Sabbatical from Love

The elasticity of this plastic smile

Has drawn near its breaking point

These routines make my heart

Bleed for boredom

So tonight

I take a leave from us

I could return

I might

If my heart should ever recall

How to beat to the rhythm of your name

Drag files of my memories

To the recycle bin of your heart

Then maybe, if it suits you

Put up ads for vacancy

But I would only return

(Though I doubt)

When my smiles reach my eyes, my soul

When my moans, no longer are rehearsed

I might return

Only when my mind’s been freed

From the names it whispered in its dreams

Till I do not need repeat to a new lover

Tired lines I fed the old ones

So tonight

I un-hang my love from this swinging pendulum

Let it be freed from this vacillation

This… dilly-dallying

No, it’s not you; it is I

You deserve more

You deserve more than this oscillatory emotions