A poem inspired by a long email and an even longer phone conversation on her dating woes and tales of unrequited love.

Many sad tears fall,
as the ethereal evaporates
into the thinness that was before.

Illusions, dreams, and hopes,
all leave as quickly as they came
with the same unabashed desire
that came knocking at my heart.

All are gone now, with a quiet whisper.
All are gone now, to return no more.

I only have one phrase of comfort for her: it is better to have known love and loss, than never to have known true love at all.

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