if the longing would stop
how could I go on
why, I've given in to you,
unrequitedness
and there is no man
more worthy of you
than I— or any man, unrequitedness

if the missing would stop
how could I go on
why, I've surrendered to you,
unrequitedness
and there is no one
more alluring than you
existing— tonight, unrequitedness

in crumpled-up letters
in windows ajar
in starts and in ends,
unrequitedness

and it matters not
so very much
the face you wear,
unrequitedness

up close, from afar
observed or ignored
it's you, always,
unrequitedness