Away from her

Along a corridor of time

She sought his love

With a restlessness born of wanting

With a fever born of emptiness

Even when a part of her knew

This love was doomed

What was the unhealed wound in her

That constructed

Such a yoke of trouble for herself

Especially when others came

To give her

A love more real and pure

Such is the sadness of a soul

That never truly found a home

Within itself

That surrendered it all for the unrequited love

Of a man

Whose own gaze was too securely fixed

Upon a distant horizon

That only led him

With every step

Further and further

Away from her