Weak Spots Xxvi

There is nothing more to me Tragic, yet romantic About false hope— An inkling of connection Rattled from reality— Those green eyes dimming From memory, Fading at once—years of pining Unrequited tears—too long, Hauntings of possibility, Love waning and another growing, But the moon still shines Pictures of their face on a screen— Smiles exchanged ever long ago, Imagining them now— Wholly without you And for some reason, their Absence is the most beautiful thing 2.26.20