Haunted

She walks through her days
In abstract thought,
Longing for a life
That may never be.
Memories fill her mind
Of affections unrequited,
The object of her heart
Now belonging to another.
Unsaid words of artless devotion
Remain locked inside
Aching to see the light of day,
His ears never to hear
Their poetic verse
Meant only for him.
His countenance haunts
Her for eternity,
Rendering a lachrymose heart
Ever aching for arms
That will never open wide
Nor know the passion that awaits them.