he loved you.
from the soul.

Even when you looked the other way
You brought him fire his heart retained

But love, my love

there was a difference between being a single
spark
and a sunrise
in the great darkness of time.

yet

Hopeful and hopeless
Foolish and wise,
he still loved you.
Silently
In jealousy

In diffidence

In pain.
And the heart became cinders
Cinders kicked into dust...

Have you seen the way he looks at you?

You’re like a blazing bonfire.
And he’s desperate to
burn.

But there was nothing he could ever say—
nothing he could ever do.

You didn’t know love even when it stood
right before
you