The mystery continues.
Fate controls the thread of my life.
She alone knows
who it is that waits for me.
If only I could see his face
so I would know who he is,
but no images of him do I know.
No pre-existent knowledge of when,
or where I shall meet him.
At times it is hard to move on,
to find him my obsession.
One I have learned to live with.
The dream of being loved
driving me to keep going.
He’s all I have ever wanted,
all I have ever needed in my life.
I have imagined his face on others,
only to find he doesn’t live in them.
I have yet to see his true form
and all I have to ask is
when will he be here?
No answer do I receive,
as I wait, stagnant.
Not wanting to move for fear
that I might pass him by.
However, I must live,
go on with life,
for ironically,
that will be when he arrives.

© Johanna Fugitt 2017