Dichotomy

The mere sight of you,
leaves me broken,
the yearning,
the endless wait
leaves me broken.

The once hard and strong heart
has taken a hit too brutal to withstand,
a hit that produces an echo,
an echo that never stops.
And when I think the stitches I put in place are done,
your smile makes me wobble and fall,
breaking it all again.

But I don't care,
because the mere sight of you
makes my knees tremble,
my stomach empties,
and my soul lives.

Then, my brain reminds me
that you are distant, so demure,
that nothing is certain
and I'm getting tired of this endless wait...
            Must, but can't let go.