Desperation.

Sighs of disappointment exude my breath,
make me wonder how long I can bear.
Make me ponder whether I am there,
give me loneliness I can't express.

Little acts that seem insignificant,
they hold big meanings hoping for returns.
Reciprocation is not an entitlement,
but it remains as a hope that is important.

I guess solitarity had invaded my life,
not physically but a mindset of mine.

Feels unbearable but still holding on,

to fight this mentality against time.