She loves you not - a poem by Chris Zachariou

Unrequited Love

Tormented by memories

of my failed life
I wait for you to come.

I'm early, you are not here

and suddenly I panic.

I sink into my world of doubt

tortured by the thought

of how improbable it is

that you would ever love me.

I pick a daisy looking

for a scrap of comfort

'She loves me,

she loves me not,

she loves me....'

but then I hear your footsteps.

You are here.

The feeling of foreboding subsides

and I begin to breathe again.

I look down at the daisy
still in my hands
and pluck another petal.

'She loves you not'

the daisy screams

and mocks me without pity.