I must not do it
even if I ache too much
I must hold back
must tell myself to hold on
and accept whatever
gifts she gives
as insignificant as they might be like
The echoes of
whispers in the dark of night
these are my own wishes bouncing back at me
not any reflection of what she is or wants
this all too
mysterious an existence
of saying nothing
I read clues from the
shadows and tea leaves
I must refrain; I
must not do it
must keep to my own
road
even if there are times when
I see her on her own
and ache to cross over
to greet her
this I must not do
I know it would only get me lost in the woods
full of wolves and my own desires
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