By Ditz
Date: 22 February 2001

Unloved

In a heartbeat I would be at his side if he called my name.

I listen intently for his voice.
No sound he makes.

I send the scent of my perfume in the winds.
He smells only the musky odor of a long days work.

I blow kisses from the sea.
He feels the bite of a mosquito upon his cheek.

I say I'm sorry.
He hears the sound of silence after a storm has past.

I cry into the night.
He cares not.....for love is lost.
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