She was just not that in to me,
It became an exercise in futility.
Of her attestations, I could not see
Any purpose of being, or anything to be.

I waited so succinctly around
But her love was not to be found.
I found my feelings lying on the ground
As I thusly just float without sound.

It was simply not to be the case
Though my feelings do not erase.
And yet to pen, I must make haste.
Drifting slowly through this life's race.

11/01/2009

Author's Note: ... to love lost.....

Posted on 11/01/2009
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