I carry this remnant love of you
a consort
gingerly hidden from view.
Truly, I know it is wrong
to hold fast
this love so long.
Love needs two hearts to thrive
over time alone
one cannot survive.
Yet I feel overwhelmingly sad
to abandon
this love I never had.
To hold in kind
with prudent heart
over the pitiless logic of the mind.
But this love grasps tightly my heart
threatening
to tear it apart.
Tepidity, pry it gently free
outward to drift
upon wind swept sea.
To linger just beyond the shore
perchance
to see once more.
A love not tempered with hate
but cherished and freed
repast of fate.
