Chasm

Will you fill the void?
Will you bridge this divide?
Or will you watch me slip
into the space between
and tell me
“I don’t owe you anything.”

I let her fall
into the chasm of my indifference,
only to turn and find myself
still on the other side of yours.
Yet how can I cross that
which you insist does not even exist?
Oh but it does and I persist,
and with unfailingly devotion,
carry out your every request.
For you say that you do love me,
that you do want me.
So I believe
that if I fulfill your every need,
you will want
to satisfy just this one of mine.
But I am exhausted
by this process of elimination.
Time, money and emotion
all fall short,
and I scramble back
to the martyr’s edge,
– hear the jaws snap
as resentment lowers
its haggard head.