A One-Sided Dream

Looking at the telephone, she wondered…
Memories of a one-sided dream, a tiny drop of tears, felt silently into the telephone.
A one-sided dream – a clutter, of hopes and tears,
But a dream built – a great teacher,
As she move along.
Now it’s all over,
Her minds it knows,
It’s “love” but is different.
Sub-jugated questions…
Down confused virtues.
Wondering why…
Hoping in vain it will pass her by.
It was painful,
She let it go,
With a smile of hope.