Unkempt Fire

It’s not too late to love you

Nor will it ever be

A glance would light the fire aknew

Look what’s become of me


Alas, you are no longer

A companion at my side

My love goes unrequited

You can always say I tried


Friendship is an effort

To stave my leaking soul

Though it offers no more comfort

To my heart that isn’t whole.


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