What I love is wondering what the next line after the last one might be. Something tells me it won't be good. Or maybe it will be. Either way, it's fantastic.

Wow! This is well crafted, wrenching. I like how the night and darkness are brought into this. That 5th stanza sends my mind to so many possibilities, and I like what Gabe has to say about not knowing what comes next.

This is heart-wrenching; a beautifully crafted piece of sadness. Glad you're back.

"...what love is about the wanting and being denied" Amen, my brother. Amen

This pulls at my heartsrings so, so much...so much skill here; well done!

There is an impending feeling of doom in this and it brings you all the way to the last line which is like a kick in the gut. Beautiful, wrenching words capturing anguish.

how we feel about a person who is special in our lives is not something we could conceal under a rock, and it is not something we can deny the person that we feel the thing for although that person may not feel the same, nevertheless we must tell it, or it will consume us, even if it means losing the hand, for when it comes to love, one cannot keep a poker face, that is defeating its purpose. it is claimed that we who love are the losers, particularly when that love is not requited, and yet I feel that anyone who can love, even if that love is not returned in kind is ahead of the game of life, and always the winner though they draw a pair of jokers. to love is to live. and in this life it is sufficient to love and not fret it be returned.