// An ode to love, unrequited.
Every unrequited love is a home
that’s built in the middle of nowhere
for someone who will never live in it.
A gentle breeze will find its way through
the windows with rustling white curtains
and look for a life that was never meant to be.
A compact kitchen where a late brunch
will never be cooked on a Sunday.
A drawing room which will never be filled
with the sound of TV and laughter.
A sunlit balcony where kisses will never be stolen
over a cup of morning coffee.
A doorstep that will never have a hug waiting
at the end of a tiring day.
A bedroom where an intimacy beyond the boundaries
of a bed will never be shared.
But it shall still be a home
of things that never could be
and stand as an ode to love, unrequited.
Now deserted.
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