Unloved

My arms would stretch as far as they could go.
But still it wasn’t far enough to reach you.
Sometimes you stood close enough for me to feel your breath,
and you were still to far away to hear my call,
and recognize my voice.

The love that would shine from my eyes
would carve salty paths of hurt over the contours of my cheeks.
Dripping on the pages of my notebook
running the words together.

Stillborn love poems ,aborted at the last moment lay crumpled near the trash can.
I tried to love you enough for the both of us but in the end it left me unloved.