To the One Who Would Not Love Me

I wrote your name in morning dew,

Hoping the sky would carry it through.
Each whisper carved in breathless air,
Fell silent where you wouldn't care.

I traced your shadow on my wall,
And dreamed you'd turn around and fall.
But silence grew where love should bloom,
A rose that never found its room.

You walked with grace, aloof, alone,
A heart encased in guarded stone.
While mine beat loud in open light,
Yours vanished softly into night.

No fault was yours for standing still,
Not every heart bends to another’s will.
You owed me not your flame or fire,
Just peace beneath a lost desire.

I danced in hope, you watched the rain,
Unafraid to let me love in vain.
The pain you gave was sharp but fair,
A lesson dressed in midnight air.

No cruel word, no venomed breath,
Just quiet absence - soft as death.
And in that hush, I came to see:
You are not less for not choosing me.

I’ll raise no curse, nor drag your name,
For love unshared still burns the same.
Your silence was your final line 
I leave it now, no longer mine.

Elegy of Unspoken Dawns

In twilight’s glow, your shadow played,
A silhouette of perfect grace,
Yet through the vows I softly made,
You turned and fled that sacred space.

Your eyes, twin storms of amber fire,
Could melt the frost of winter’s snow,
But turned from my heart’s desperate choir,
Left echoes humming hymns of woe.
I wove you dawns in silver thread,
Bespoke your name in cloudless skies,
Yet you chose night’s embrace instead—
A constellation’s cold demise.

Your laughter haunts the moonlit shore,
Where tides confess what pride denies,
A siren’s song forevermore,
That drowns the shore where hope still lies.
Now let the winds erase my trace,
And time unknot this fierce embrace,
May your chosen path be true,
Though it leads where I can’t pursue.