Sometimes I search,

for the Me I gave You,

and I wonder Who I am now.

Othertimes I repent,

for the sins that I swathed myself in,

and dearly miss Who I was.

Sometimes I create my own quandary within.

Othertimes I trick myself

into being hung by a silver chain,

inclined as I am toward such things.

Yet I never dreamt of the joy You brought,

And as the rain spirals downward and slicks my hair

I am still longing

For the You I never had.