Loving stares in her direction
whispers of my affection
longing kisses on her lips
my hands creep around her hips
squeezing her next to me
I love her so, I hope she sees

Dusted me with cinnamon kisses
awakened me in pure bliss
If she ever leaves
This I'd surely miss

Now she is gone

Lost in the minotaur's maze
I created for myself
dodging self incrimination
and what might have been

I run for the light at the end
only to discover it is not the exit
crashing once again into
memories of you
and what might have been.