Poem: "The Loss Of Something Not Quite Mine"

Note: The right person can always extract some love poetry...

Title - The Loss of Something not Quite Mine

Expressions are lonely and exasperated,
And the latest desire is a cup of frothy coffee,
With a relationship to go.

Imaginations are proactive and romantic,
In the midst of a let-me-down world
And a bed half empty.

Dreams are covering up the heartache,
Replacing it with the misplaced hope of tomorrow,
Mixed with a tub of cookie-dough.

There was something in your gentle, unassuming manner,
That caught hold of my immediate attention.
Those eyes were captivating.

The fears and futures that we distracted ourselves with,
Caused the enemy theory of not-meant-to-be.
What a theoretical joke!

The ironic beauty of universal truthfulness,
That all we need is the love of another,
And we fight to disagree.

Yet here we find ourselves, alone in the night,
The sickening, yet comforting joy of success through the day,
And regret in the morning.

It is not often that I find myself amidst such brutal honesty,
That I would sacrifice it all for your hand gripping mine,
You would have been worth it.

I never considered it possible to experience such an intense
sense of loss regarding something that was never mine.
But I miss you.