Laryngitis

The begging will cease, 
here suspended on borrowed time, 
in the limbo instances, 
it be yours, or mine. 
Learning to live without, 
the initiation of your touch, 
I will self soothe like an infant,
knowing that I ask for too much. 
I won't cry loudly, 
no banging my head against a rail, 
I will isolate such a yearning,
on this lonely trail. 
You're there, 
doing all you can with the most you have to give, 
the chasing will be no more, 
this is the life I want to live. 
Instead I will stand steady, 
accept humanness is a nightmare and dream as one. 
As messy as humankind is, 
beside you, I'll never be done. 
So I accept the vows of silence, 
the heavy air in between. 
I know that time's gentle waves, 
will gift the sunlight when it gleams.