Even time does not diminish
this love I feel.
I do not have a source,
nor someone to give this emotion,
but until they show in my life,
it shall be kept within.
Held within stolen glances,
arms that wish to embrace held back
until it is enough to kill.
For I dream I shall die,
aching with a love unexpressed,
a heart who has no home.
I shall gladly fall into the abyss,
its cold darkness gently easing
the fierce white-hot pain of loneliness.
© Johanna Fugitt 2017