‘nothing compares to a quiet evening alone’

this is a game: we wait, we wonder, we wish;
what can break down this wall we walk.
their indifference has me locked down again,
a tall hidden tower with a familial moat.
who will have me; are there any who will stay.
a mother of my own only leaves me with want,
a mother of yours only keeps me at bay.
miles have held us closer than this;
i am tired, worn by the moments unshared.
i should have known; in my hope i was unprepared.