heart, retrained.

Stretched so far yet still far from reach
I comprehend to instruct but cannot feel enough to teach.
You imprint gospel'd words yet you cannot preach?
My dear, you have left me with little to do.

I merely wished that I could only touch your heart
and begin to map your soul and set stars to chart.
I step back; you have left me nowhere to start.
I feel your presence but I cannot find you.

I watched as you walked upon grace
but you guaranteed those footsteps I could not retrace.
With malintent your heart was misplaced
Now thoughts of you require review.

You leave your motives at my feet, only to guess
and your volatility requires that you immediately address
how you make the work not worth my effort, I must confess.
The return on your bad karma is well overdue.

I find your ability profound in the ways you complicate
and the madness perpetuated is one I now seldom contemplate.
Your time has expired and emotion will never substantiate.
Your hold on me slips as your appeal is subdued.