I still look for you...
Even though I know you aren't there...
It's over... but it's not
we were the wrong time....
or not enough.
There isn't a heart wrenching loss...
just the subtle ache as i drive past our place.
Maybe one day you will love me...
there's always the maybes..
I can't write and I can't call...
can't speak a word...
but then what would I say?
I leave us unspoken....
But always know that I miss you....
in the dull voided aching way that one does in a helpless love...

E.J.M