Frustration

It's been a while. A long while. Yet still, every once in a while I am surprised that my love is not there, that she has not called, that I have received no letter recently. So I go to call, or write, and then realize the reality of the situation. Sometimes this provokes additional sadness or even tears, but most times it elicits inward-reflecting frustration on my part, for not being able to move on appropriately.