Caught in this cycle of sentiment 
Unsure which feelings matter in the present,
which ones are just a fixture of the past
Should the passion of days gone by make up for the cold disregard of today? 
Affection is now inconsistent routine 
No longer a fervent expression of meaning 
Does history make up for missing affinity? 
I don't want to believe this is our inevitable nature
Is this just how it goes? Am I right to expect more? 
Lonesome nights spent grappling with these thoughts 
Two contrasting beliefs pulling me apart at the seams 
Will I ever know undoubtedly? 
I am not one to be risky in love  
Clarity feels like an insurmountable hope,
but I struggle to move forward without it