solitary love
by Traverse
Love, waiting just around the corner, ever present, a vivid fantasy, times lost yet still I remember, to forget would be to lose myself, I see the paths ahead and must now choose which to make my own, my heart disoriented from the trials of time gives me no clue as to the proper course to take, so I yield and wait, hoping for a brief moment of enlightenment to guide me too happiness, and too you.