Unrequited
here
in the dream level
most like drowning
the id holds court
our darkest secrets
play out
in the false light
of veiled memory
recollections of fantasies
intersect our nightmares
drawing us
onto the plane of shadows
into the realm
of the almost familiar
where everything lives
at the edge of clarity
unmade promises
teeter precariously
on the tips
of rigor’d tongues
and hearts break
under weight
of unrequited
love
it is here
I lost
that which
I never found
you
~ ~ ~
rob kistner © 2012