I’ll never love again, not until I perish.
I ought not to allow myself to absorb
the reflection of a lover’s frostbite.
It ends with the sting of reasons
to stay put or to depart,
so I hit the open road.
But Beth is so cool, and I hate it.
I observe stolen love in her rejection.
Beth evades my lips, and I envision
her kiss.
Beth is on a date, and it’s with me.
She beams with a glint in her gaze.
Warmth surged through my chest
and I found what I’d been missing
right in front of me.

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