Unrequited

Amazing is the only way to describe it

But then, silence, why won’t she respond?

Could I have done something wrong?

Doubts now fill the space once occupied by joy

Emotions have long ago displaced logic

Fighting with doubt

Grappling with loss

How can I feel loss?

I never really had it

Just wishful thinking

Kindled by something, what?

Love? Yeah, right

More like delusion

Nothing more than that

Or was there something?

Perhaps she’s dealing with fears that

Quiet her, control her

Restrain her

Should I say something?

Things usually get worse when I do

Unless she did feel something

Vain speculation on my part

What would I tell her?

X marks the spot in my heart

You hit it hard

Zero is left