Dead Rose Petals Poem by Miss Tee

some things must be said...others better to be left...
like a river drifts & parts;
torn between two reluctant roads,
travelled in my mind...but never reaching my heart...
It hangs heavy: to know, yet, deny that you're second to a love that has gone?
i cannot falsify nor am I willing to try that it has all gone by
its terrifying, even petrifying that i have all that i want, and still remain unsatisfied...
'you' cannot be 'him', nor 'he' -'you'....
so tell me, what is there to do? ?