Dilemma

I can go twenty-two minutes 

without you, 

and baby, it seems you’d agree. 

I know you need me, I hear 

your sweet voice-

it’s constantly calling to me. 

I can get done so much more 

when you’re absent, 

in your presence efficiency drops. 

I know the day is approaching, 

it’s coming, 

your need for me someday will stop. 

I dread the silence that waits 

in the distance-

the loneliness feels like a knife.

I know I’m doomed to spend 

my old age waiting 

for the voice that gave purpose to life.