I might pursue,
That inner voice,
Altogether new,
A definite choice,
Of indefinite love,
Set aside,
As fates wove,
A future too tight.
Ever so slightly,
A hopeful smile,
Undoubtedly,
Forsaken all the while,
Lost and craving,
An endless end,
Too hurt for saving,
Gripping at sand.
You didn’t see,
What you’ve had
It seems to be,
Left somewhere, sad,
Let’s explore,
Alone. Together.
And be sure,
To make it better.