Ceaseless obsession to break through
Passionate to see, hear, find, know you
To have a breath escape the cold hard stone
Insatiable longing that won’t be left alone
Won’t waste away and fade with time
This sweet addictive poison in the mind
Will not, cannot fade or find
An antidote, a palliative or final death
To ease this panting, gasping breath
Fool I am, more fool with age
When heart won’t hear of logic sage
But rages on irrationally
Inventing dreams, a fantasy
Where you, unknown since long ago
Emerge, recapturing our dormant glow
The sense in me yells, “NO! No! no.”
Foolish heart to dream the ludicrous!
When no path exists for the two of us.
Now hammered, torn and shattered
Shriveled, dry, and battered
A little heart in one last hopeful sigh
Timidly seeks that long-desired reply,
Thwarted, then slinks into her cave to cry.