By Lindsey
Date: 7 February 1999

To Not One, But Three

I sit by the windows, my hand pressed to the glass
Eyeing the sky, which cries tears from above for me
A missing part of me lingers down the street,
Your shadow cast upon the sidewalk.

I think of my options;
A man who had to unwillingly leave,
A man who shines in my eyes,
Or a man who desires me, but doesn't have my heart.

My heart cries out for a love I once had,
But losing that love made me stronger.
I long for the one who I see as brightly as the stars,
But being without him gives me more anticipiation of the future.
And sometimes I want to be held by one who admires me,
But I do not have FEELINGS for him, not the same sort needed to love someone.

The window holds no answers, only more questions--
Will I love again?
Will I end up hurt?
Will I have to settle for someone who doesn't sparkle in my eyes?

I don't deny my feelings for these three people
But I wish, oh, I wish I knew what to do....
Love is such an unfathomable, unattainable essence....
Can I grab ahold of it?

(Dedicated to those three; isn't it odd how people can touch our lives in the most peculiar ways?)