My Special Gift Poem by Anamika Goswami

Each day I fight against n I fight for your love.

My desire to matter to you so strong,
its almost a physical affliction.

But I doubt if I'll ever gain,
a few morsels of your affection?

I think if my presence is not recognized,
maybe my absence will be felt?

But for me another measure has been dealt.

The harder I try to come close,
the further we drift.

Impossible relationships is after all my special gift.