Thou must know

whither thou goeth?

And thou must know

the wind shall surely blow?

Thy demeanor of late reminds me

of how sensitive

I know of thee to be.

Shall I apologize

for that which I know not?

Twill there be a sign

when thou shalt

fly right and be fine?

I tread ever so gently

to save thy feelings

from most dealings.

I love, but with limited patience.

Thou must remember

experiencing past tension,

as I am thus inclined

 to overly mention.

I sigh, and then turn, traipsing away.

Not quite knowing

 what is left to say.

All that is evident

to me a this time,

is the immaturity

revealed in thy own mind.

Thus, you are not the same person

I once knew.

Moodiness has taken over

with a vengeance, it’s true.

I’m shaken and stirred,

now what do I do?

Thou must remember

the surrealism that we once shared.

Tell me, is our love impaired?

Has trouble been

formally declared?

My suggestion is ~

that we dare not,

do that, in which we know not,

until we know better

 what it is

that we are doing,

or for that matter,

where we are going.