the torch

quietly inside

as the whisper of the wind through the

tall white birches

standing straight amongst the snow in the deep deep

forest

locked away in its proper vault

within the furthest most nether region of the heart lies the

burning torch---

it has been there for years

keeping warm a hope that one day

said object of affection will come around &

the legend of “the one” will be attained by

you & you alone

because you waited for someone to

realize that you were in fact the

love of their life.

 

and the torch stands strong through the rain,

through the snow, through the tears & through the

bouts of laughter---it’s always there throughout all the relationships that are simply being made to pass the time &

keep you physically sane---

the torch allows every possible connection to rot away

because the one for whom the torch is

privately & so secretly held

could care less about you &

doesn’t have the same feelings

(nor will they ever)---

until you blow out the torch on your own

to give yourself a happy life,

you will be bound to suffer inside

that naïve hope of the silent

crush.