there comes a time, in pursuit of love,
when the limit is reached,
the heart purged of all emotion,
when the ethereal,
the intangible,
transfers its allegiance to another...

you had your chance,
your time is now.

may I let your sweet name grace my lips
as I awaken every morning?
may I admit my devotion to you
where no one can hear me
quiet and alone
in the dead of night?
you will never hear these words again.
I will not be shot down on your behalf any longer.

I only reluctantly concede to you,
afraid of what the future brings
and not desiring it in any fashion
but lonely hearts make fools most of
those who follow them blindly.

I speak to you both
though neither of you hear me
feigning contentment with your friendship
but longing for something more
but something more without your pain

I refuse to grieve you any longer
and I will keep my own self safe from such harm.