Is it?

They say it isn't yours

You claim it is

And I stand in between

Isn't and is

The fence

If I jump into 'it is'

I shall do so pleasurably

filled with deep respect

honouring you forever

If I jump into 'it isn't'

I shall do so disappointingly

Emptied of feelings

thinking of you no more

But for now, I'm on the fence

I know not the truth

I know not the lie either

You must tell me

I must hear from you

Will you?