Impossible Fantasy

The yearning to want him to be with me is burning.
My youth slowly fades through the years.
Dying an old maid is one of my greatest fears.
I am not going to cry endless tears.
My agony quakes to the depths of hell.
In my mind I silently yell.
I never get any compassion or empathy.
My future without him continues to remain empty.

A curse was cast.
But will it last?
A sacrifice lost.....
My happiness is what it cost.
My soul still feels lost.
My dreams are fake.
His absence makes my heartache.

Author Notes

Work place crush.

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