Within the quiet of this lonely heart,
for though your features are unknown
near to me do I hold you.
Soft within these despairing arms,
this coveted embrace I desire,
whispering to myself of such hope
that perhaps in the shimmering darkness
I might find you existing there.
Terrible in its cruelty,
the night calls to the likeness
that has buried itself deep inside me.
And in the silent black I wait,
certain of my own demise,
pausing in its path towards me,
gently reaching out to take hold;
pulling me down, deep down.
The liquid sky comforts me,
while melodies of such sorrow
offer a soundtrack to my life,
allowing the submergence of my soul
into the peaceful regret
of losing that path I desired so much
That future shall forever be imagined.
Chased after and dreamed of,
as I permit the silence to grow
in the lake of forgotten hope
flooding around the place I lie,
accepting that end I am unable to escape,
even if now I wanted to.
I will seek you in another life,
first love I shall never know.
Perhaps the courage I wish I had
will manifest in my next existence
and I will not fear finding you at last.
© Johanna Fugitt 2017