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.