I met her first when we were four,A heart so pure I could adore.She smiled at me when I was tired,Her laughter, something I admired.At five, she picked a flower fair,And gave it to me with her tender care.At six, she shared her fries with me,A little kindness, wild and free.As years went on, we laughed, we grew,Through every phase, her love was true.But mine, I kept it deep inside,Afraid of what it meant to confide.At thirteen, love was shy and sweet,A secret dream that skipped my beat.I watched her dance, I watched her fly,But never dared to catch her eye.By twenty, love had grown too strong,Yet I stayed silent, feared it wrong.She chose another, I stayed her friend,Hoping this ache would one day end.At thirty, we shared lives side by side,But never crossed that great divide.I watched her love, I watched her live,And all I could do was quietly give.At forty, love had worn me thin,But still, I held it deep within.I watched her build a life so grand,Too late to take her by the hand.Now seventy, here I stand alone,A lifetime of love, never shown.She's gone, and I'm left with this pain,Of words unsaid, a love in vain.I let her go, I let her be,Thinking time would set me free.But time, it only deepened the cost,For every moment spent, I lost.I see her face in dreams at night,Her laughter echoes, soft and bright.And though I let her slip away,I wait for her beyond this day.In the afterlife, I'll find my voice,I'll tell her then, without a choice.I'll take her hand and make amends,For the love I buried as her friend.So here I wait, beyond the veil,A love unspoken, an untold tale.In that place where time's undone,I'll finally say, "You were the one."
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A Lifetime Unspoken
PoetryA love story told by two best friends that were never able to tell each other about their feelings.
