Absent light

Looking into your soul.. I find a light. It's not for me. It dims as I get close.
Is it Love? Lust? Friendship? I will never know.

Time is supposed to reveal this to me, but it has not. Your light was never meant for me. You are hardened by another foolish lover, so there is no water at this fountain. And I was thirsty.

It's not a fault, it's a trait. You can change it but you chose not to. Now, as I take my exit, you profess to another similar soul, about what I should've been to you. The many times I tried to open your book, you slammed it shut and locked it away. Pity is an ugly way for attention but if it helps mend the fact that I am leaving, then so be it.

Luckily for me, I am not hurt by this. Acceptance is easy this time. There is a light out there, that shines for me, and my heart will not rest until I find it.