A fleeting glimpse

As I sit here and wonder

In the despair of our asunder

I fear our thread to be severed

From the fears you've endeavored

I sit here and ponder

Of the way I could conger

Love lost to the ordeal

Displaced in a world which is surreal

Could I not be your almost

In place of that ghost

That haunts your dreams

And silences your screams

Could I not be the reprieve

Of a journey long relieved

The whole that I feel

Is so much more surreal

Than the tides of the ocean

And the last of all devotion

The despondency that fills me

Is all that I am to be

For the dejection of your affection

Has my heart feeling convection

As the sadness arises

And hope depressurizes

Maybe one day you’ll see

That all I have is me

Maybe one day I’ll be

The one to make you happy

But for now I sit and wonder

In the despair of our asunder

Will you see me at last

For I am not your past

written by Kristina Darrah

#poem #lovelost #lovenotevenfound #romanticism