She is an ocean that will never be crossed,
An island that will never be discovered
Her life exists because she wills it,
Through the pain and depression
That permeates the fabric of her soul
She forges on, daunted and fearful.
She knows that soon she will fail.
It is written in the stars as so,
She the tragic heroine,
He the man who will never love her
Who will never reciprocate the desires
That she holds in herself for him.
Every night she calls his name,
Every waking moment is spent in memory
Remembering everything about him.
Every emotion she felt while in attendance
Upon his beautiful person
Could she but stay here, she would,
But he has not asked her to stay,
She would never expect him to.
It is as the fates have written,
She will wander into darkness
Barreling into an abyss
Deeper than the tallest mountain
Burying her person in the depths
Never to surface again
She will one night fade away
Slip into the sorrowful singing
Of the wind and disappear.
She, who will never be loved,
Shall fall for one who can never love.
At least, love her. But she will leave,
She will try to move on,
Only to fall back into that crater
To die there, to cry there,
To breathe her last
With his name upon her lips
© Johanna Fugitt 2017