Unrequited  Quiet

Your forgiveness is now what I pray,
For in telling You to take it slow
I may have led You on to pine away,
Hoping for the day I would know
What You’re heart tells You today.

But my heart tells me a different thing
And my dreams dream not of You.
No matter how long the bell rings
No knockout will follow-through.

I’m going now to focus on my craft
And learn more from the Trees;
In empathic solitude I’ll laugh
Communing with zen mysteries.

In closing,
I’d still love to be Your friend
And grow and build this bond
But if it’s too much to wend
And interact perhaps we should
Move along.