I wish my mind would tear these thoughts away;
scant ponderings do naught to seal my doubt.
We talk, you laugh, but nothing holds its sway
so still I wonder what has come about.
I'd guess your answer hasn't wavered much -
you do not seem the type to change replies;
I'm sure you know my character as such
that would not speak in ardent, thoughtful lies.
My certainty was never firmly found
in matters of such twists and turns of thought,
so please forgive me if I speak around
and for assurance I can give you naught;
with all this to deter you, do you still
see nothing in this stark, small windowsill?