The road less taken

Who will be the one I'll think of first
to share my troubles with when I'm down,
to tell me her daily quirks & routines,
& to enjoy the fruits of my hard work?

This one person,
the source of much joy & pain,
the origin of many desires & thoughts,
torturous it may be, & I've tried to let go, but to no avail,
remains the motivation for me to excel.

Whenever I've problems which she knew of,
she'd initiate a chat or write me a message,

to which I'm happy & grateful to have such a friend,

but in her outstretched hand I found only bits and scraps,

never enough to fill my almost-empty soul.

Life's such a dilemma,
pining for her care & concern,
but when she does, albeit only sparingly,
I asked myself if it was better not hearing from her at all,
as it only brought further pain with no solutions.

Dejected, I trod forward indecisively,
Not knowing where the path leads ...