Still remember her exact position
Every word she said and the way she stood while she said them.
I listened, because the rules were clear, 'no question.'
My heart froze and my blood clot
I became a living dead and suffered an incurable insomnia
I prayed for amnesia just so I'd remember none of what happened, but the prayers remained unanswered
And so all I'd do was write about her using befitting words like angelic demon and necessary evil in poems that speaks volume of unrequited love...
As I wait and hope my heart heals fast, I've learnt to see her as human, an ordinary being
With a life and choice who chose to follow her heart
And I'll live with that until my work on earth is done.