Communication is key, they say.
Constantly, striving to improve,
Yet I find myself kept at bay.
Will this move or remove me?

Loneliness is the first to kiss,
Robbing me of promised bliss.
Shall I with endurance take,
But it's too early for this ache.

If I'd ever leave, you asked,
My heart countlessly smashed,
Til' death do it's part, I replied,
For none will say I didn't abide.