Unnamed

“She’s dancing with him again.”

I heard the other ladies in the ballroom whisper

I have been replaced, haven’t I?

But, the truth was that while he moved on

I didn’t.

I merely remained where I was

I didn’t need to hear it; I knew it all too well

Our relationship, whatever it was

Remained ambiguous and misunderstood

It was an unnamed song

Which I wanted desperately to be named mine and his

A kind of song which I wanted to scream on a rooftop on a cold night with him

A song which made me dream and hope

But just like the melody of lost songs go

Abandonment and sorrow were all we were

And perhaps will be.

But, brutally enough

Even in that

I simply remained there

Madly in love.