It is not fair living in love with you.
It is not fair pausing my dreams for you.
It is not fair smiling at a distant star
and whispering your name to the night.
It is not fair sitting alone with your memory,
letting the hours pass, thinking of you.
It is not fair how my heart
learned your rhythm without permission.
It is not fair to be this infatuated,
to need you in every quiet moment,
to watch the world move forward
while I remain here, waiting.
Not fair—to give so much of my soul
to someone who may never know.
No…
not fair at all.
Letters from Xhale the magazine Words that breathe. Stories that Linger, 