A solitary path, I often tread,
To anyone else, I can't be led.
In memories, I dwell so deep,
Doing everything for her, I keep.

Regrets sometimes cloud my view,
Our past, a tapestry of shades and hue.
She, not a listener, yet I yearn to share,
Talk of everything, lay my soul bare.

Love lingers still, a flame aglow,
Impossible to let go, this I know.
Without her, life's an intricate chore,
Yearning for her, I can't ignore.

I miss her quirks, her childish glee,
Her imperfections, a symphony.
A confidante I need, a soul to see,
In her presence, I wish to be free.

"Can I call you sometime?" I dared to say,
"Anytime," her words did sway.
But now the line remains untouched,
To respond seems to hurt too much.

I delay, I avoid, messages go unread,
A way to ensure our ties have shred.
For her, perhaps it's best to let go,
Find a brighter path, let her heart grow.

Is this my course, the right decree?
In the night's embrace, I still plea.
Uncertainty lingers, like shadows in night,
Love's complex dance, a continuous fight. 

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