#TheUnrequitedLove

Maybe in the summer when the snow falls as my heart did for you, Or in the rain when the trees are as dry as my eyes like when we met last time,
Or when the clock needle hiccups backward as my heartbeats did when your lips met mine,
Or when the melody in my ears are no longer your voice but a disturbing noise from a forgotten time.
Or as cold as the touch of flame in the sober nights by the shore we used to hang out high on each other,
Or...