Fade,
what kind of love
makes felt less loved
by the day,
fading,
fading,
what kind of caring,
becomes harder and harder
to see?
what kind of devotion
un-devotes,
devotion unanswered?
faded,
faded.
I love you,
words once said,
frequently,
now seldom heard,
head for the
never heard,
slowly swift.
In those words heard,
knowing can be,
but in the unsaid,
it's plainer to see.
I saw and knew without a doubt,
I
was
once loved.
Still, I look,
still, I seek,
still, I need,
for still,
I love.
