Enough
Sitting quietly in the cold
Of a blustery day.
The wind unable to chill my body
Any further than my train of thought already has.
Wondering numbly what my
Future holds.
My heart has reached to the heavens...
Choosing to love an angel that
I’ve no hope of ever deserving.
Nothing to do but wait silently
To see if this miracle could possibly come true.
Remembering with quiet acceptance
The disappointment I’ve been to those around me...
Never quite enough.
Feeling the moisture drip onto my hand,
I resolutely wipe the tears from my skin.
If he walked away, a person couldn’t blame him and,
I could never in good conscience
Ask him to choose me...
With the knowledge that,
Given a choice,
I wouldn’t choose me either.
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