Not again...
One glance
leads to mental possibilities
then on to disappointments.
The unsaid is shouted
and is never heard
by its chosen recipient.
Body language
and brief communication
is delivered,
but does not
generate the desired interest.
Silent uninterrupted moments
generate dreams and fantasies
that will never come true.
Disappointment has become
the routine emotion.
Its regularity makes pain
bearable and predictable.
Wasted energy is abused
by unspoken rejection.
There's more pain
in never knowing what could have been
than it is in actual deliverance of the truth.
A move in reverse repeats regrets,
a move forward creates chances,
but no move leaves the spirit
damaged and forlorn.
Self becomes the worthiest mate,
but even self deserves a companion.
After all is unsaid and never done,
fate is the definitive explanation
for any and all imperfect outcomes.
Just wasn't meant to be,
this time.