The Torch

quietly inside as the whisper of the wind through the tall white birches standing straight amongst the snow in the deep deep forest locked away in its proper vault within the furthest most nether region of the heart lies the burning torch--- it has been there for years keeping warm a hope that one day said object of affection will come around & the legend of “the one” will be attained by you & you alone because you waited for someone to realize that you were in fact the love of their life. and the torch stands strong through the rain, through the snow, through the tears & through the bouts of laughter---it’s always there throughout all the relationships that are simply being made to pass the time & keep you physically sane--- the torch allows every possible connection to rot away because the one for whom the torch is privately & so secretly held could care less about you & doesn’t have the same feelings (nor will they ever)--- until you blow out the torch on your own to give yourself a happy life, you will be bound to suffer inside that naïve hope of the silent crush.