I wish that feeling,

Would leave me.

Such absorption,

Such obsession,

Such superficiality.

The facade of satisfaction,

The air of accomplishment,

Just around the bend.

The bend you can't see.

Hallways before you,

A labyrinth of choices.

Each door to take you closer.

I choose to wait,

The direction's steps,

Are not clear.

And the feeling will fade.

The petals around my feet..

...He loves me not,

He loves me...

A clear premonition?

Luck doesn't exist.

I will wait,


Hopes will dissipate,

And he'll be gone.

The End

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