Are we in love?2

Are we in love?

Every day I ask myself this
as I look at your picture.

Are we in love?

What I feel,
it sits on the back shelf
dusty and tired
like an antique candlestick;
as everyone forgets how it lead the way.
Burnished bright,
it longs to shine
but I cannot bring it forth
for I cannot make a claim
at this time.
My heart it has been attacked
time and time again
until never shall I allow it free
for fear of the pain it will bring to me.
I love you.
I adore you.
But the words will not be spoken.
Not from my lips
to your ears,
for I could not shoulder dark desolation
when you did not return the favor.

©Jay-lyn Doerksen
November 9/17