Longing begins and long remains
Deep within stirring, a modest ache
so much light
Building to overwhelming, such desire
all else overshadowing
so much warmth
Overshadowing forward falls, into blindness
only itself allowing
Simple things, really…
To love and be loved…
the one to whom thoughts still bend…
the one for whom longing remains…
A bit ridiculous, I say.
Time has passed; opportunity has moved over; we move on, right?
Why does this longing remain
why still overwhelmed by longing
why does impossible longing overshadowing all else
It is over; it is past; it is done with, but for my heart.