torn

The sad voice asked me to sing for him. I was never the one to resist, but I have made my decision to stay mute. I politely declined, and can only wish that I can be with him in his loneliness.

I can only wish I can share the pain. To ease the burden.

But I shouldn’t be playing that part anymore. I can never be more than a friend.

Indeed I have stayed strong in this pull of emotions. I remembered the other face across the horizon. I held the voice speaking clearly to me. Such clarity, but with so much misery. I thought of the eyes misted with tears, and those at the other end of the spectrum, watching me so closely… waiting for my next move.

I let go… subtly, yet unyielding.


I turned and walked away...