Unrequited

She dreams
of many things,
it seems –

of gold,
of love, to grow
not old –

the sea,
the moon; but not
of me.

Ryan Stone

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25 thoughts on “Unrequited

  1. Ryan, this poem is pristine and elegant, the heavy heart of the narrator is so well captured. It really hits home for me, in that it runs with the idea of what’s desirable and what’s undesirable, in regard to both, β€œShe” and β€œme.” Lovely, skillfully penned. Wishing you a wonderful weekend. ~ Mia

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