the torch

quietly inside
as the whisper of the wind through the
tall white birches
standing straight amongst the snow in the deep deep
forest
locked away in its proper vault
within the furthest most nether region of the heart lies the
burning torch---
it has been there for years
keeping warm a hope that one day
said object of affection will come around &
the legend of “the one” will be attained by
you & you alone
because you waited for someone to
realize that you were in fact the
love of their life.

and the torch stands strong through the rain,
through the snow, through the tears & through the
bouts of laughter---it’s always there throughout all the relationships that are simply being made to pass the time &
keep you physically sane---
the torch allows every possible connection to rot away
because the one for whom the torch is
privately & so secretly held
could care less about you &
doesn’t have the same feelings
(nor will they ever)---
until you blow out the torch on your own
to give yourself a happy life,
you will be bound to suffer inside
that naïve hope of the silent
crush.