The imprecision of emotions

There are no words

that soothe the

biting sting of

not being wanted

There are no actions

to comfort the

bruised feelings when

not chosen

Only the quiet of

the night as

tears roll down

your cheek

And you ready yourself

for the coming

of the night and

evasive sleep

As you wonder what

signs were misread

as you choke back

the imprecision

of emotions...