I loved him and he loved me,
He was so patient and so solid,
It made the distance seem virtual,
As virtual as the messages and photos we shared,
Tangible and not at the same time.
I was loved.
By another, and he loved me so,
For my surface beauty and inner charm,
He would tell me and kiss me and flatter,
But I only loved his words and that didn't matter,
It was not healthy nor fair of a game to play.
They loved me.
And I loved some of them back.
Be it their charm or their wit,
Or for their speech and their confidence.
It doesn't matter anymore,
They have all left and I am all alone.
