” I want you to yearn for me long,
long after I have forgotten you. “
That is the point I suspect,
of unrequited love.
That delicious pain that comes
from trumping an old flame.
When the harbinger of despair is reached.
For too much pain, too much grief,
is risked to play the game.
Know we then, there is solace in retreat.
Closing our selves off.
Afraid that open door
will lead only to that
which has passed before.
You dared to flay me open.
My soul now bent and bruised.
Led me to your bed, you lied.
The velvet voice still echos in my head.
And taken at your word.
I freely gave what you requested.
Having won, you fled. Made fast your retreat.
Casting aside this husk left on the sheet.
Now I am poor of heart,
saddened and ill taken.
I did not ask that you call forth,
that part of me that slumbered.
Summoned now like a spoiled child,
I sulk and wander in my mind.
Your whispered words keep me awake
passion roused, no words can slake
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