I had told myself
That upon my return,
I'd not let you back in
Then I did.
Sitting at the fire
Until 4am,
after the bar
"come over";
Silent,
Stealing glances.
Next to him,
Your heart seems heavier.
Forbidden love,
Cruel,
Yet I allow it.
Wishes remain unheard,
And my bed remains empty.
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