Unbearably

Do not worry

I still love you unbearably

there are still no nights

i do not dream you to bed

no mornings where grief

does no await me

and even with other men

i sigh and think

"if my love was here...

how loud we would be laughing

how quiet all tragedies would be

we would need no moon or candle

his face would be enough"

i have been branded a fool by all

even my friends cannot but despise

such display of want

yet another, they whisper

wasted by yearning

look at the shadows in her eyes

look at the pallor of her skin

does she think we do not know?

how she even dreams him

how she writes him constantly

him, the lover who not want her back