When are my musings about you going to come to an end?
When will my longing for you be fulfilled?

You have no idea how much this bothers me.
Like shadows whispering secrets, an unbroken plea.

When will these thoughts of you finally cease to flow?
In silence my heart aches, calling out for you to know.

Days stretch endlessly shadowed by a longing flame,
Each moment without you whispers softly your name.

I pen these musings yet they feel like chains,
Bound in the echoes where only heartache remains.

The clock ticks...