Looking back upon a dream of wishful thinking
of longing, submission and a desire to serve,
a mirage of confused perceptions borne
of insecure depths and need to feel wanted.

Full surrender offerns no guarantees of reciprocal love,
no exchanges, just the passing of time,
waiting to satisfy mutual desire, feeding our hunger
until the famine passes, and I'm required again.

Linger not where the heart is no longer needed or belongs.
time served, hunger satisfied, refuge offered, thirst quenched
direction in sight of a new path and journey, not yet walked.
Wistfully, I turn away from this place of ephemeral bliss.

Chapter, verse and history filed upon the top shelf, unreachable
in the solitary room of truth, once 'shared' with another.
Door silently closed, a 'do not disturb' sign reluctantly placed.
Private once again.

No endings, for true love never ends, just the yearning
for new beginnings of fulfilling, not unrequited love.
resigned to acceptance of what never really was,
and never would have been, if hope was all that existed.

Blissful friendship remains.