The Fools

An unrequited chase in the name of love’s pursuit,
through champagne flutes and company well-dressed to boot.
Stealing glances from across the room with sighs of,
“Oh, I wish you didn’t have to leave so soon,”
accompanied by cries of, “don’t you love me too?”
knowing fully well it wasn’t fair to ask of you.
Nutmeg eyes, dancing under the faint moonlight,
nothing compares to the way you looked tonight.
And, God, do I wish that you and I were right.
But you’ll choose her and I’ll let it happen,
because you were right, she looks divine in a veil and white satin.
Maybe someday, down the line, you’ll look into her blue eyes,
and you’ll find yourself missing the moments that passed us by.
The imperfect ebbs and flows, the comfortable fall and rise;
you’ll understand there was no other way for me to say goodbye.
So, I’ll leave you, here in the crowd, with no objection
because you were always meant to be my only exception.

Photograph by @cottonbro