To You

Where to begin?
I grew tired of being cryptic,
Sending you discreet messages,
So here you are,
You know this one is about you.
And to my best friend, what can I say?
I'm truly sorry you had to find out this way.
Yes, I’ve taken a fancy to a friend,
Once again.
I told him this, in a hasty fit of glee,
That concerned no-one but me.
And sorely wish I hadn't.
I waited for months, can't say how long
Kept it hidden, safe where it belonged,
Should never have let it out,
I knew I’d face another rejection,
Even so I told him,
I cut myself short, didn't give myself the chance to explain,
Now heartbreaker, you will never understand,
Why?
To what extent?
For how long?
Maybe you don't care.
But I do,
I do,
I DO!

by Lily Espinosa

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This happens too often Eima. Very nice poem. sincerely, Mary