I lie in my bed,
Thinking....of him
My heart pounds,
Struggling to free itself,
from the confines of reality,
Of knowing he knows me not.
I curse love's dove
for showing me him
showing me love,
showing me pain
Love's lonely lie
Keeps him just beyond my grasp
Taunting my heart
Prompting stinging tears of aching loneliness
Such is the torture of unrequited love.

back to the highway that never ends