even though he starts our conversations,
i'm always waiting for his reply before we finish.
it's like balancing on a cliff,
feeling both excited to connect and scared of being left alone.
i hope for his response like a flickering candle in the dark,
bringing a sense of anticipation in uncertain times.
our words flow like a winding river and i watch from the sidelines,
observing the delicate dance of our communication.
each moment is a fragile connection between us,
like a butterfly in the wind, moving between hope and disappointment.
i hold onto the fading echoes of our chats, like a whisper in my heart,
wishing for his reply to shed light on our unspoken words.
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unrequited
Poetrya collection of sad, heartbreaking minimalist poetry that i think, you can relate to.
