Rejection, however kindly wrapped is still a dismissal
Rebuff, refusal, a go away. Beyond soft touches and words
Remains only, no.
I do not know, does the heart feel larger only for the hurt
Or is that only the implosion before it curls smaller yet.
I don’t know.
Twenty eight years ago, still I wear your gold band,
For five and some I’ve walked heart alone, my way now.
I only know
That love is a treasure. I wish for it, miss for it,
yearn for it. Will it ever grace my life again,
It’s likely, no.
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