I cannot have you in the flesh
But I can have you in my head.
Imagining bliss, what a merciful gift. 
Is it a sin?
Taking you into my dream.
Creating every scene so perfectly.
Where everything is what I’d hoped it would be.
It easies the pain of not knowing your touch when I awake.
Dare I look you in the eye.
Knowing what I’ve dreamt inside my mind.
Until tonight.
When I decide,
what I’ll be having under the moonlit sky. 

I hardly think of you anymore.
Can’t believe I shed so many tears for you not to long ago. 
I spent so much time walking along.
Finding shattered pieces of my heart all over the floor. 
Sounds like a sad story.
I write a love story.
I cared for you once upon a time.
Now it seems strange to have ever loved you at all.
Many love story’s go wrong.
No regrets for having loved you before.
It’s just the end for a new beginning of another
LOVE STORY.
The Reluctant Poet 