Requiem, requiring writ of my chances,
I found I lost what I could have had,
She whispered sweet nothings and spied glances
That told me more than her soft words ever could,
And in that moment of realization,
My longing heart further broke and fractured.
Close as we could be, and still so far,
As cliche as it may be enacted.
The solemn silence of my triumphs,
The deafening screams of my failures,
None of this had mattered,
Because in that moment, all was perfect to me.
She walked to the music of the swansong,
With such beauty, and candor, and grace,
Her name painted on my whispering lips,
I still remember her angelic face.
I'm in love with an absentee,
And what's more, she knows all I know,
We sit as if Romeo hadn't called,
And he and Juliet just thought of what could've been.
If she were to tell me to wait,
I would until my bones shone through,
For even that is my happiness,
To recieve her love anew.