Unhappy with you though you see me clear as day and respect is not an issue. I'm still unhappy with you. Longing for something more, though the thought scares me, I long for something more as you latch onto the past that has long since moved on.
I want to stand up and scream , here I am don't you see me?!
Alas I remain silent, patient , waiting..

Now a new fear comes along, the fear of missed opportunity.