Companionable silence  etc 

I think I’ve posted a poem exactly, almost,  like this one.  I still love this woman.  Her situation hasn’t changed but I foolishly hold out hope that she will make a choice that changes it.  I think that is stupid of me.  But I don’t want to lose her.  Being beside her is often enough.  That’s so rare.  But I know I need more.  But I will hold on to us as long as I can.