A love squandered
A love dimmed by a fog of uncertainty
In a swirl of darkness armed, rather shielded, with a match of truth
A heart crinkled and dry
Crushed and tossed into a waste basket, a top a pile of many others.
A mind boggled, tight ropes of grey matter
Wound taut enough to suffocate my chest and rinse my body, free of tears.
A love unimagined and invisible
Petals of red and gold, blooming with beauty
Colors intensified with golden pollens of dust
Salts of immense care and compassion, immersed in air and free to be attained
But invisible and put to squander
A love in semblance of a like
In semblance of a friendship, disseminated
Few casual words exchanged above laughs and familial interactions
Act III, scene one, she smiles, he nods, they carry on as if nothing has happened
Because, nothing has happened.
A love forgotten and rekindled, then rekindled
A love alone and empathized
A love alone and still ignored
A love hidden and unwillingly endured