Moving on

When you are in a quandary
When nothing seems to be working
Your sweetheart wants you no more
But only through words unspoken
A display of attitude that brings forth confusion, despondency and dismay
A display of the blackest ingratitude, so shocking
Yet, every attention is worth the trouble
Yet for every disdain a million sorrows
Free but in bondage
Inflicted by self
Happening in a cyclic display
The meeting point is in the pocket
All troubles put aside for one brief moment
Alas only very brief
Another stroll in the landscape of sadness