Lingering Feelings

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Love must not be demanded, they say.
Love is patient, love is kind.
But how long do you wait
Before he loves you back?
3 days, 3 weeks, 3 years?

 Have faith, they said.
Kisses shared, memories made
But so many stories left untold
And unheard, so many secrets unwhispered,
How do you make up for lost time?

 What do you do when realization hits you that
All the promises and compromises are pointless?
Do you loath thyself for this predicament?
Don’t all thy hopes seem futile now?
How do you pretend it’s okay, when it’s not?

 Lingering feelings are like the inheritor’s powder,
Killing you slowly, without any trace.
What then, you ask, is the cure for unrequited love?
Maybe focusing on all his flaws will help;
After all, he isn’t that charming.
Maybe recriminating him is the answer,
Or maybe there is no remedy.

 But as winter approaches this time,
With the refreshing aroma of the Saptaparni,
I commit to let you go,
Being grateful that if nothing else
I have learnt to love
And that is all that matters.

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