I keep talking to a person living in my head,

Stuck on all the unspoken words we never said.

Just a silent crush that wrote itself into my heart,

Now it’s time to close the book and let a new one start.

Guess I was an author, writing fiction in the dark,

Trying to understand why these feelings left their mark.

At first, I only watched as she wandered from afar,

A beautiful face, shining like a distant star.

It wasn’t the clothes or the makeup that she wore,

Her spirit and her energy made me want to know more.

The further that I looked, the bigger the vision grew,

A deeper kind of beauty, authentic, rare, and true.

A vibrant, steady presence that could shift your whole view,

But most of what I felt was a story that I drew.

I locked the longing deep inside my aching soul,

Afraid to cross a line, afraid to lose control.

I hold her close in prayer, wishing that she is blessed,

Hoping warmth and comfort settle deep within her chest

With a love so heavy, she wears it like a shield,

May every secret dream she carries finally be revealed.

But a bitter choice is mine, and I must let her go,

You can’t water seeds you already know won’t grow.

So I’m putting down the pen, capping off the ink today,

Stepping out of my own thoughts, letting real life have its way.

No more forcing happy endings on a book that had to bend,

I’m blessing her from afar and letting my heart mend.

The story may be over, but the lesson doesn’t end,

I close the book with gratitude, and let my life begin.