No Love Requited Left To Claim

Tonight, the rains gush down upon my life, Like shards of glass they cut through every vein. Your footsteps, plodding heavily with strife, Regretful puddles echoing your pain. To walk away can be the hardest thing, When there’s no love requited left to claim. Though better than to die amidst the cling To hope, my heart, for yours, will feel the same. The passion swells, though muted by the grief, And all the growing distance seems so wrong. Then suddenly I’m cast into belief, For you, I’d held affection all along. If there was but one thing I’d wish to say, My absent tongue would call to you, “Please stay!” 23rd November 2019 Midnight Aurora