No Exit

Inexistent figure I stroke in the evenings, so is your memory. Pledge of allegiance that I have made to your gaze that day I left. Sad the reality of unilateral love, while you travel through life, I am homesick for what you did not allow me to be.

Your ghost accompanies me wherever he finds me, and though I know you've forgotten my existence, he never does. Seek to torment me and bring suffering to my soul, and as long as I let myself remember you as that first day, I will gladly allow you to do so.

Phrases and moments are what I save in my pockets to keep you in my mind, why I do not seek or want to lose you as you have let it happen. And while other eyes and some arms have offered me redemption, your non-existent embrace is stronger than that promise of unrequited love.

I can watch you laughing and enjoying without absolute remembrance of me being. And even if you said to do the same thing too, I'm sorry I can't do it. It's a blunt checkmate; your memory comforts me and I rejoice immediately, just to remind me of the second with pain your indifference.

This is my reality. A dead-end trap in a wilderness valley, where you invite me to forget you forever. I would like to take your word and love the one who loves me, but I can't force my soul to leave you. It is already crimped like that nose piercing and those lenses in your eyes.

If you have solution I ask you to give it to me, but I confess that I do not expect that you have because I love you too much.

Gabriel Soberanis