Never Know

I write many things;

for you,

about you,

inspired by you;

you have no idea just how

deep it goes,

how long I have been in

love with you,

how I dreamed about you,

before I ever met you,

how I sat outside your house,

at night, doing security,

imagining you and I,
being with each other,

looking at the moon and stars,
becoming one with each other,

making love to one another;

you have no idea;

you will never know

the depth,

the richness,

the fullness,

the joy,

when I think about you,

all the things I long

to share with you,

all the thoughts I want to

tell you,

all the love I feel for you,

you will never know;

it is better that you

never know,

none of the hurt,

none of the pain,

none of the sorrow,

from a love found too late,

in a life almost over,

so I will continue writing,

about all the things you

will never know,

about the life we will

never live, in a world that

will never exist,

inside the only place

that matters.

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