distant path
I held onto hope like a fragile thread,
Each smile, each glance—a world in disguise.
But the day came when all the warmth had fled,
And I saw the truth staring in her eyes.
She laughed with someone else in the hall,
The way I thought she’d only laugh with me.
Every whispered hope began to fall,
Like shattered stars sinking in a sea.
I watched them walk, her hand in his,
And it tore the dream I’d built apart.
All the moments I thought I’d never miss
Now burned like fire inside my heart.
I wondered, “Was I ever really there?
Did she ever see me, even for a while?”
But the silence answered my desperate prayer,
And her absence spoke louder than her smile.
I tried to brush it off, to let it go,
But each memory clung to me like rain.
Her voice, her touch—things I’d never know—
Echoed in my chest like quiet pain.
The world said, “We told you from the start.”
But it didn’t ease the ache in my chest.
I had loved her with every piece of my heart,
Only to find I was second, at best.
So, I swallowed the tears and wore a grin,
Pretending I hadn’t lost it all.
But inside, I crumbled deep within,
Knowing she never felt my fall.
fringe oak
lone saddle
wanton wharf
novel moth
clear bay
limpid otter
snow pond
