Twisted Irony
Yearning burns
Like severed ties,
Across the tides of time
Where our love still resides.
Twisted irony
The fates are crule
To steal us away from the others embrace.
To join us again without loves grace.
The unrequited is gut-wrenching agony.
Why do we suffer?
Mutual feelings are redirected.
My pain for her, is hers for another
All the same, unreflected.
Twisted irony
The fates are cruel.
My muse
My bemusement.
I regret nothing
Save for what is beyond our control.
Who am I, a mere man to question fate?
I must bury this now.
Am I so bold?
For my own survival my heart must grow cold.
If only for a little while.
Her smile still warms my soul.
Twisted irony.
~ 2021
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