"Silently and hopelessly,
I loved you,
Tormented, I was too
jealous and too shy.
May God provide another
who will love you,
Just as gently and
as fervently as I."
--Alexander Pushkin
I,
like so many others,
no longer knows
what love is.
Maybe we never knew in the first place,
and never will.
I just know that there are wistful eyes
that never cease to stop you in your tracks,
smiles you never tire of seeing,
lips you never want to stop kissing,
hands you never want to stop holding.
And absences,
loneliness,
that hurt too much to just ignore.
Our first kiss will be our last.
