Kind j

This one sinks into the night. Dependable as ever, you can count on exactly this much.
He does not give me hope.

keep you talking,
leave you hanging
onto a feeling.
Just that of anticipation,
and a mutual admiration.
Simple pleasure, that.
This feels so familiar
that now it's comfortable.

To me, his name is synonymous with solitude.

If you would aim to leave me in baited breath,
he does it better.

Humanity gives me hope.
I want only that such type.

Not willing to take part,
he is torn away rather than inserted into my life.
Were he to come and go with his intentions,
I would be plagued.

Sweet relief, the space he leaves.

But every breeze past your lips gives me hope.
While you come and go with your intentions
the air rises, the smoke dissipates, and even the ashes float on.

His is a simple graceless honesty, and I am not one for great excess. I'll never need another one like this.