“We need to take a break.”

To wait or not to wait, that is the question:

Whether ‘tis nobler for a lover to suffer

The slings and arrows of outrageous heartbreak,

Or to take into the arms of another

And by entering them end it. To find another, to love,

No more: and by new love we end

The loneliness and envy that an unloved heart is heir to: ‘tis an answer

Devoutly sought after. To find another, to love;

To love perhaps to be whole ---ay, there’s the rub:

For in that other that’s found what true or false love shall come,

When we have shuffled off the burden of waiting,

Must make us wait---there’s the reason

That makes suffering of such long waits.

For who could take the whips and stings of the wait.

Awful awkward conversations, those bittersweet memories,

The pain of not being at their side, the emptiness of no companion to hold,

When one could easily release themselves with another,

Who would bear these horrors,

To cry and mourn under a sorrowful wait,

But the fear of something in new love,

An undiscovered unreliable love which once gained

Would ruin the chance to wait again, confuses the mind,

And makes us rather endure and brave such atrocities of waiting

Than fly to love that we know not of?

Thus thought makes cowards of us all,

And thus the verdict to definitively love anew

Is swarmed by the insects of speculation,

And cannons of momentous conviction

With this concern fall to rubble

And lose the intention of forceful action.

-James Tawes V