un-indefatigable: is not a proper word

honest-to-goodness struck-to-the-core, nomorepleasenomore, tired.
how run-of-the-mill I am. trying to find the gem but all I'm grasping is sand, that's runs through my fingers, pours to the floor, escapes my grip to be seen no more.

I don't want to show it but it's seeping out of my pores (and eye-bags).

Remembering Brideshead Revisited in Her Fearful Symmetry

Endless waiting at the bus stop
That's how it would be without you
For the train that never comes
Missing the one that I had missed:
Periods full of regret.
Melodramatic moments
To spill tears over
Like the moment you see
A faulty red light
Blinking, blinking
I want to be in that place with you
And hold your hand with
Passion, meaning
The glance and you know all
The touch which channels all I mean
To you.