You.
My unreturned beloved.
the altar which
I offer up my stories.
Their futile existence
reviving
Our story.
Quenching conversations
By sTalking stories.
Keeping lines uncrossed,
Lines unblown.
Since reaching out
Risks composure,
Breaking a silent contract
Of forbidden lovers.
Curse’d is me,
To have a reason
To share my life
With my love
By not talking.
Checking,
For your name down below.