My unyielding mind and my tempted heart.

Bitter sentimentality plagues my normally crystalline thought.

I look forward, watching as the landscape becomes indistinguishable.

If I were bold, I would run back.

I would be unafraid of what the consequences would be.

But, I face the reality that I am meek.

And here my feet remain, a testament to my conquerable spirit.

If I were romantic, I would try to win you back.

I would be unafraid of the hours I would have to spend to find you.

But, I face the reality that I am cold.

And here I remain, resigning myself to unhappiness.

The sound of the wind fills my ears as I stand there.

My hope feels withered and worn, aged by your indifference.

For all of this, I still know I love you.

I turn on my heels and walk away, feeling the sun warm my back.