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