Poem: Unrequited

This night I search for the folder in yellow,
where I kept all your photographs in silence.
In this state, I’ve lost my balance and human touch,
Blankness is the only word that sends your face traveling.

I sit with my typewriter along the movable bridge,
At one of the sections, reminding me of her silhouette,
The bridge’s name and hers – I capitalized them in mind;
F-O-R-E-V-E-R always beyond my reach.

Because of you I have to begin with a fresh chapter,
Whether or not I will hear from you
again; whether I have a chance to see you
The best would probably to bury this love within.

One day, you’ll find a letter unopened; unsealed
One day, you may or may not remember me
One day out of nowhere, your arms find its way to me
telling me that you still want me

and that I will reply by bringing you closer,
kissing you and never to have let you go;
Until then your absence only makes this heart
grows evermore fonder.

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