Unidentifiable.
Closed throat,
tears threatening to fall.
Annoyance becomes easy to express.
A longing surfaces,
pulling my heart in two.
Daydreams take up time,
thrusting me deeper into the throes
of unreachable desire,
although the ecstasy is but a promise
whispered upon the winds of my mind
by an unknown figure who may be fictional.
Could I but let go of it,
maybe I might find some solace
within the chaos of my emotions.

© Johanna Fugitt 2017