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To love, unrequited
It’s better to have loved, and lost, after all.
Oh you are the waning moon of my life
You are the echo’s call that never returns.
Your silence wrecks me
as I hope for more
and wish we were never acquainted.
I thought I could do without you
and the truth is, in my mind,
I know I can.
But, why does life seem intoxicatingly good with you around?
What bittersweet memories do you evoke in me?
What secrets do you hold in your mysterious past
That bind me, to you.
While you stay unmoved and steady
I tremble, bloom, and waver
in anticipation.
I continue to yearn,
tending to my roses in restless frustration.
I tell myself, I don’t need you
I hope and try to forget you
I’m attempting to take shelter
before the next big storm.
But, a great storm has already passed
And has weathered me, for the better.
So, while I pine for the ways you could be mine,
I realise you may never be mine.
For, mine is a story with no end.
To make you mine, and me, yours
is to place us at the start
of a macabre fairy tale.
The rest of my life
knocks at my door,
impatiently, and incessantly
signalling, the arrival of a crossroad.
But I can see the end of neither path clearly
So the steps I take are, hesitant.
The universe has a habit
of nudging us toward a new direction
when we’re not quite ready.
But, tell me
were you just another whisper
which caressed my ear
and showed me the way?
Please answer.
