Afar

I was in love with you

It was the silent kind

not the pomp & circumstance kind

that's celebrated in public

with shows of light and color;

the kind you keep inside

the kind you hope they find in you

a faint glow from within

but since you never found it

it turned away and burned blue

leaving me to think those pink thoughts of you

the ones- full bud bound

waiting for one drop of rain

to burst forth grow

glow

so I put it away deep within a song

where it will be held safe

strong

no better burial; no better jar

in which it must belong

so now you can hold it

open it unscrew it

and feel a time you were loved 

from afar.