Belated love


#poetry

This belated love
will die only with me
like all things that don't come true,
that remain dreamed,
unfinished.
In every face I will always look for his face,
in each poem a poem.
Years will pass and I'll wonder if he's alive
if he's happy,
if he found the right woman.
And I will suffer in secret,
because suffering is also a betrayal.