Tired

I think I am tired of chasing, I decided to stay put. I guess I have been deaf, missing the dullness between the dial tone and the click at the end. I know I have been blinded by mirage of conversations. But there is nothingness, one sidedness, that I must realize and accept. No, I would not need a demonstration, or overtly reaction, that so usual coming from me. I will cease care, I will hold heart, I will stop snooping, I will remember to forget this time, as you wished all along.