What if those feelings…
are mine and mine only?
With no right to be shared,
with no chance of acceptance?
The mirror won’t look back—blinded.
The wall’s deaf, that the echoes left untold.
While the shadow I have, a silent one…
Ah, I won’t wait then,
spend the aeon elsewhere, else matters.
And let the dirt grave them a whole;
those feelings so beautiful, so painful.