unchangeable against my will

I'm am forever burdened by my romantic notions.  They haunt me.   I dream of pulsating lips parted by oxygen that never find their meeting.   I wake to wind howling ambitions never lived. Couples embrace on the street while their ghosts hold their eyes open at me.

Lessons learned?  I do not know what lessons I have learned.  I am unchangeable.  Even when I want to be, I cannot be moved.  I sway briefly to the sound of fantasy, but I always return to reality.  Why do I continue to want that which lies outside my own garden?

I cannot take my eyes off of the girl I’ve seen in my future.  I’m doomed to never met her.  I stretch my height while staring at the horizon;  I’m so certain she’s there.  If only my sight could reach just a bit farther.  If only someone could help me find her.

Even when I need to be, I cannot be moved.

“If I never met you, I wouldn’t like you.  If I didn’t like you, I wouldn’t love you.  If I didn’t love you, I wouldn’t miss you.  But I did, I do, and I will.”