If I Could

-x-

The magic was in my head,

like the heaven of your heart,

that I thought belonged to me.

My woollen waiting,

unrewarded,

at another station,

in another stand off,

between my head,

my heart,

and my hurt.

Will I ever know,

why you,

unfashionable, irresistible love,

were unfashionably late,

and out of my reach,

and out of my life,

and out of my league?

If I could,

would I want to?

The mystery of you,

haunts my heart.

-x-

20.07.17

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