INTERLUDE

I haven’t left my love,
I could never leave;
Not after having glimpses,
Of what we could be;

I know it hurts,
And that’s pain I carry with me;

I want you to come to me,
When you can fully be mine;

I still have poems in me,
That only belong to you;
We still have memories,
To share between the two of us,

We still need time,
To bloom into what we could be,
So, the pain we feel,
Is an interlude to the unsaid promises.