a memory…

a man I can never forget
a love that burns inside of me
never-ending,
everlasting.

a need
to know and touch
his heart,  his mind
and to make him understand
the desperation in my words and actions,

the longing
to reach out for him
whenever he walks into the room
is so overwhelming that instead I turn away
making him think I don’t care

and I count
another day I cannot have him
another day my heart shatters
another day my hope lays bleeding
among the broken shards of my secret dreams.

but my hope is eternal
my need insatiable
and my love everlasting.

© 1981 Sharon Gerlach