Eyes open to oblivion,
i know that this is where I am.
The past rolls like thunder while
the future whimpers in protest.
This doubt is not for me to feel,
for we all follow a path predetermined.
My hand reaches out into darkness,
the comforting night where all is hidden,
seeking that which I know shall never be mine.
In dreams I am tempted by possibilities
all that strike through my heart
with unwavering aim.
To touch his hand,
to hear his heartbeat under my ear,
all this and more do I wish for,
but I fear that I will forever wish it.
I will hear whispers of visions
for the rest of my life,
desperately desiring that which eludes me.

© Johanna Fugitt 2017