For a love that isn't there...

If all the hurt was the hurt we gave one another.

If all the pain and silent thoughts of grief were for no better than from two misguided hearts.

If  all the sorrow and the dreams that have been broken were for nothing.

If all my love is on the floor, tread upon so easily, and all for the other.

If my hopes for your gain are nothing better than the unliving drifting shallowly under the very top of these waters.

The unspoken rebuke of dis-ease hidden in your eyes that are far from my perception,

I long for a time of peaceful laughter shown in the smile of your sight.

In the end will this be as the beginning was?

Why do i fight in words unsaid for nothing short of a dial tone.

Why do i try to please the one who i believe is in dispute against my very heart?...

I suppose this too will pass with my soul on the undertone and the victor's heart not captured by the other.

There is no trophy to be won from this round.