It hurt so much
when you first
said that you don't
love me

and now the
pang of rejection,
the sound of dismissal,
the so-far-from-fleeting-feeling of
refusal's
like a
healing wound that's on
my skin.

You can't stop me.

You can't stop me from
loving you with the
insatiable craving for
all that you are,
the undefinable hope
when you've said that
there's none

but after time,
after an October of
not hearing your voice,
unanswered love sleeps
so quietly within
me,
gently in me,
where for a moment,
the burn is just a
silent cinder
who glows
without
completely
fading
  away

I'm letting it kindle,
kindle in me
and
when you realize you
love me, let
this steady ember guide
you home.