Unrequited

All roads

To your heart

Are shrouded in

Mist.

Like a lost traveler

I wait for it to

Lift.

Chasing in imagination

What reality can never give.

Like the gentle fall of dusk’s light

Your sweet love seeps into

My soft dreamy

Unrequited reality.

I must take comfort

In what will never be.

Like a drawing of an object

Shaped not by the definite

Lines of it’s presence

But by the empty contours

Of it’s absence.