It's such a game of telephone
this unrequited love
we lave affections on The One
with nothing in return.
Then she unto another
with a similar reply
The links accrete, the circle grows
ere long unbidden comes
a tap upon the shoulder
garbled words a longing gaze
it all seems so familiar
but an emptiness pervades
That emptiness comes from within
It starts this tortured game.
Inspired by an Eric Albin g+ post
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