Catch 22

A poem I wrote 7 years ago..

Catch 22

A time sooner than one realising
when leaving cannot be prevented.
It maybe better to depart now,
Since mixed Thoughts are not clearly sorted.

Uninvited came sudden sorrow
for a Heart too weary to sustain,
A once-complete Soul now still lingers
on hope too small for Faith to contain.

Since the Eyes have misread his concern
Might as well let mistaken Hope sink.
Perhaps by chance my sudden Absence,
could enlighten and cause him to think.

Yearning for a reference more than "friends",
Scheming hard to be The Chosen One..
somehow Despair was the sole result,
In terms of affection, I'd got none.

Finally dismissing all of them,
discreetly will my leaving be dressed.
Knowingly anymore of hints & clues,
will be seen as humor-in-excess.

Denied by empty reasons to stay,
reluctance of the Heart deems so loud.
If my feelings dare reveal naked,
would his Heart accept and not be proud?