Love letter # 20

It goes like this: notice, ache, look away. Remind myself: this is not going anywhere. The years, scarcely a greater distance.

Perhaps you have not seen me look at you; but I have registered the way you never see me. Why would you? Yours is the entire world, all its heavenly gifts. Mine is the memory of such. Hollow.

Today you stood near me, never further. I told myself I could love you, cherish you better, yet even as I whispered the thought I knew it was a lie. Arrogance. Vanity. I have nothing to offer. Neither do I know you. Everything is imagined.

Forgive me. For I have come to your door with nought but dust.