The jackpot

It’s peculiar, almost dreadful, to lay bare thoughts I once kept hidden, 
to speak of you, a subject I’d never dare to broach with the world outside. 
Obsessed? Not at all, what a notion! 
You’re merely a fleeting moment, a bright flash in the mundane, 
an echo of passion, yes, but not an adventure. 
I don’t linger on you during those long, cold nights, 
nor do I trace my skin, imagining your touch. 
I don’t murmur your name in the dark, 
savoring each syllable like a fine wine. 
Who spun this tale that I care? 
Who whispered such nonsense? 
Yet, here I am, caught in my own web, 
admitting, with a sigh, that I am indeed ensnared. 
You beckoned, a mere flick of your finger, 
and I, like a moth to flame, 
was drawn into your orbit, hypnotized. 
You, the master charmer, 
and I, your ever-willing cobra, 
dancing to your tune, unashamed. 

I crave you still, 
more than just a friend, a teacher, a lover— 
you are a star against the night’s canvas, 
an enigma woven into the fabric of existence,  a thread that will never fray. 
If you once breathed life into my soul, 
then walk with me, hand in hand, 
beyond the thousand sparks of our shared tales. 

And should you wish to revisit this dance, 
know that I, a spirit of denial, 
await just a whisper, a sign, 
to play this game once more, 
to chase the jackpot of your cherished, 
yet troubled heart.

[2024]