𝐮𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝

𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲

hues of gold
shown around the place.
it was warm i recall.
all of our encounters
all of our conversations
all of our moments
had led up to this.
you stood there,
a figure of beauty
that i admired from afar.
i caught your eye
but he who stood with me
did too.
he was saying something
i can't even begin to recall
for i became lost
in the earth of your eyes.
so grounded, so calm
as you turned away from me.
even as you did,
i found myself following you
with longing solitude in my eyes.
it is the fate of a poet to love
and never be loved.
yet i believed my fate was excused
by your appearance that night.