Some say
Unrequited Love
is the hardest.

It leaves you
in a state of
wondering.

If he had said….
If I had said…
If we had tried…

……but we didn’t…..

Are we always
then searching
for that lost one?

Are the others
vaguely familiar,
their looks, voices.

The underlying theme,   
repeats itself,
over and over.

Wondering, questioning,
never letting the
mind be still.

Tortuous beginnings,
never ending.

Someone going
around a corner,
is it he?

A familiar voice,
on the phone,
can it be?

Unrequited love
leaves us restless
as an unfinished song.

A picture,
waiting to be painted,
The certainty of
a crescendo of waves
that never happen.

It quietly gnaws
at the edges of our mind
taking peace away.

Are there so many
unfinished affairs,
floating in the ethers?

…or are we the only ones?......

      

Kay Ekwall ©