Utopia (an old wound)

It wasn’t until her
that I learnt of
solitude.
Of how loneliness
could choke you
just because she
left a void
in me.

Loving her was
hard.
Trying not to
was harder.
Often I felt
broken and empty
yet the memory
of her smile
kept me going.

She was a
flame within.
Love kept the
flame alive
and warmth
swept through me
all the time.

I had learned then
that isolation
killed me.
For isolation took me
away
from her,
took me away
from love.

Loving her was
a gift,
one I’d never
refuse to accept.
The pain of
unrequited love
no longer hurt
for she was my
Utopia.
My forever love.

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