Can I remain strong for very much longer?
I do not know.
His name keeps begging to spoken from my lips.
My mind pulls the sound from memory,
swimming languidly in that pool
of emotion surrounding it.
I have been told not to fight it,
this powerful desire that flourishes within,
to be near him, around him.
I gave in once,
but he never knew, never will.
This time I will fight it,
deny the craving,
instead of wallow in it.
For this battle must be fought
or I will suffer once more from the heartache
I know I would feel.

© Johanna Fugitt 2017