A Loveless Amante

I am a rain drop

                growing,
                                waiting.
A burnt diamond,
                worth half the price
of the greatest
                                                treasure.
I wish they knew
                who I am
in this cloudless
mist.
But they don’t know,
                                no,
                No one really knows.
I am winter,
                hiding my
icicle heart
in a
blanket
                of
nothing,
A white endless
                                hole
                                 swallows
                                us sepa
                             rately
                                --
They will never know.
I wait
and wait
and keep waiting.

They stand
stare—

Silence.

 

The End

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