I dreamed the most surreal of dreams
About you
And i
Yet when I awoke
I forgot it within an instant

When I awoke all I had left was
A slight memory of what it felt like to love you
In the present tense
Because I was robbed of the chance to do so
Way back when

My imagination was actuality

In reflection
I’ve concluded
That my pain
Is multi-dimensional
And multi-faceted

Yet,
There is one commonality within it

But it is not you

It is
People
Like you

In the midst
Of one of
My many
Restlessness nights
In which
I stare
At the sky,

I asked the stars
Why
You were so selfish

The wind whispered
To me

Saying
                  “You cannot
                    Expect for those
                   Who did not
                   Receive
                   To share
                   Anything with  
                   You.”

I shut my window
And got some sleep

They told me that
I was far too loud
to adjust within
the silent confinements
of the indoors

So they relocated me to
the outskirts
in the
middle of oblivion

They told me that
I was merely
far too loud
To belong

So I hushed

And my voice became inaudible

You were
A shy boy
When I met you.

A not-so- social butterfly

Who, when alone
Pondered upon
life’s philosophies
Questioning the meaning
Of it all.

I loved that
About you.

Because it was in fact
The reserved intellect
Who I believed
You to be.

This love
Was a masterpiece
Telling a story so
Significant
That it was placed at the Alter
For all to see
But of course all good things must come to an end

I’ve spotted the vanishing point

my Love for you runs deeper than any river I’ve cried for the ones before you

This Love is pure in its nature
and that is the most profound aspect of it all

I’m no longer traipsing around in a desolate desert, in Love alone

I am residing in a euphoric forest,
In a requited Love with you

My love for you runs deep.