IMPASSE

No picture I draw is ever as pretty as you

No poem I read is as haunting as you

No February wind is ever as cold as you

You’re not impressed by me

We’re at an impasse

I wait for it to pass

We really could’ve been something

Months pass

Alas,

I find

On this first April rainy day

I should let you go

I gave it quite a go

Although,

Already

I met someone who sees something in me

A muse of some sort

One who believes in me

And although I can’t help but wonder

What we could’ve been

Chasing you

Leads to

Stagnation

And it

Will do nothing for me.