she's my first thought in the morning,
the last evening sigh and everything in between.

dusk till dawn my mind is graced with memories of her, this unreachable queen.

she reeks of an aromatic fragrance, one that's, in truth, non-existent,

for it's only a part of my vast imagination, unreal but persistent.

night and day, her frequent absences leave me hollow and void,

and if she were to truly leave, no doubt, I'd appear absolutely destroyed.

some days I question, what have I come to be?

but some nights,  I wonder if her ears will ever pick up on my heart's silent plea.


© Alexandrina Vicorii