Make it worth it.

A path half trodden,
sitting in nowhere,
wondering...
was it worth it?
The risks she took,
the connections, that well, withered.
Was it worth it?
Maybe no.
Made her secluded,
seldom she spoke.
The friends?
Well, how much would they care?
Friendship is but, an over-rated emotion.
Hanging onto every word he spoke,
but well, his words
didn't reach her heart, not anymore.
They lay hanging in the air,
like the dull bulbs in the night,
which flicker for long, and then die.
Did she love him?
Oh, yes, she did.
Still?
Yes, very much.
Will she, forever?
Of course, without the slightest doubt.
But well, there were no words to say,
nothing sweet.
In loneliness, she hung on.
Was it worth it?
Maybe yes,
for the unspoken love that came her way.
She was naive, failed to read,
the silent promises of commitment he portrayed.
As i write this, i silently hope,
that the unspoken promises come sauntering by,
That she feels the love, again,
that was felt, from him alone.