If we were to meet again, I would say
sorry today, for then, when mad with love,
deranged with passion, all reason astray,
I cried ‘I love you!’ Three words – not enough.
So I left flowers to wilt at your door,
composed mixed tapes, wrote odes, baked cakes, your name
on my lips, in my brain. ‘Be mine’ I implored,
as I failed exams, missed deadlines, endured pain.
I lost sleep, got sick, felt weak, refused to
see sense – still convinced that you could be mine.
And through it all, silent, wise and kind, you
knew the one answer for me would be time.
You were so gentle with your rejection.
Yes, I can see that now, on reflection.
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