The Losing Game.

If you have ever loved so deep,
that pain felt lighter than to weep,
to watch them smile with someone new,
while love still burned inside of you.
The one who stole your breath away,
with kindness bright as break of day,
yet never once could call you "mine,"
a love that lived outside of time.
For love was never yours to claim,
just echoes whispered in your name,
and so you cried for years each night,
a losing game, yet still so right.