Snapshot

I still have the snapshot,

Although it is a mental one,

It shows where I was standing

The clothes I was wearing

When I first admitted

My secret to my truest self

That I loved you – oh, so loved you

Nothing else mattered

Timeworn that snapshot

Though still clear in my mind’s eye

My affection remains unrequited
Never once reciprocated
In the many long years since

How dare I reveal now

Such a secret to my truest self?

My adoration is undimmed

Resolute - enduring - constant

Nothing else matters – for I love you,
Oh so richly-deeply love you, even still