LOVELESS STILL (POEM)

I sit here, reading poems about love,

As I imagine my own life, loveless still,

I could have had you, sleeping in my arms,

But here I am sitting, with my broken will,

The things I longed for, all found in your heart,

Your poetry enticed me, an unending thrill,

For in years of waiting, I never thought I’d find,

A resource so precious, worth more than my quill,

Though the dream was short lived, like a fairytale,

I enjoyed every bit of it, the emotion and the feel,

Awaking to the butterflies, an experience so neat,

Getting lost in imagination, forgetting what was real.

And though ‘cos I respect you, I have to let go,

Deep down it hurts me, as I spiral downhill.

I knew yet so little, but wanted so much,

I pushed too hard, I ended up with a spill.

Now broken and shattered, like pieces of glass,

I imagine my own life, loveless still.