When faced with the inconvenience of unreciprocated passion

Let it become just a daydream,

let it slip away,

to the place where clouds go.

Lay it to rest, softly,

in your heart, undisturbed.

Not in a corner you’ll visit,

but don’t try and destroy it,

you know well that you couldn’t.

Cocooned by your warmth

it can remain light there.

And if you fall upon it,

you’ll witness its dissolve

gently, into nostalgia,

rare fleeting thoughts,

and smiles to yourself.

It will lift off your shoulders

float into the clouds,

you won’t be sure you saw it

It will become just a daydream.