In Between Two
A Pushkin Stanza
A letter I intend to send and am frustrated
To finally get honest and share my secret.
For many years and counting I have waited.
And now another one more reason to fret.
The issue that was before was simply time,
But with the other, our lives do not rhyme.
A joke it was, a mere distraction
Within my waiting, seeming longer than a fraction.
Love is never lost. Forever it will inspire.
Waiting is long, complicated, and hard.
Caught in between two will leave me scarred.
Still there is only one for whom I wait, him whom I desire.
Only where is he now, and how much longer the wait.
Time reveals too much the joys and sorrows of my fate.
