you loved him
and what a fortunate tale
he loved you too
you were allowed to
steal kisses in parking lots
and glances across the library
you could have someday
watched the sun go down
counting the small lines
near his brows
how cruel to be so close
yet separated by the oceans
his ministrations only a veil
your affections fleeting
but drowning in this
phantasmagoria you called love
you loved him
and what an unfortunate tale
he loved you too