Unrequited Confessions
It's been five days and counting
Since our last 'talk soons'
I haven't heard from you since
I wonder if you're still okay
Or if you're saying goodbye
I wouldn't mind if you said it now
Then on the seventh, you said hi
How are you? I'm sorry, I'm late
I just had a lot of things to deal with
But I'm back, wholly yours
You have my time, yours alone
Let me wipe away your doubts
You know, I don't mind the waiting
In those times you've been my muse
And for nights and days, I've made
Poems with your lovely name
I would've read them to you
If you'll finally stay for good
So, honey, it's nearing midnight
And I'm stuck with the idea
Of being with you, and oh
I wonder if you thought it too
It seems you had left your heart
At the place you ran away from
Yet it's been three months, and counting
Since all our 'hellos' began
I haven't told you I liked you yet
I wonder if you've got a clue
Or maybe I'll just keep it to myself
I wouldn't mind if you don't feel the same
But you know, I don't mind the waiting at all
You know how I have fun in all our conversations
When you taught me how to fancy your music
You got me thinking of the books you've read
Made me imagine the places you've been to
You got me sharing my sorrows, sighs, and hopes
Oh now, you know, how I've come to like you so
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a/n: To add a personal touch: This was inspired by the song Nothing by Bruno Major and... I am always tempted about whether or not I should send this to him. It already feels like it would be unrequited either way and yet, I feel rather light-hearted having posted this.
The poem is taken from my personal collection: 'My Echoes (Poems & Thoughts)'
Posted Jul 8, 2022, 2:42 PM UTC
I really liked this. It felt sad but hopeful. Thank you for sharing.
And I thank you for your appreciation!