The Restless Poet

The longing in my echoes
reverberates
with the sorrow of my sighs.
My tendrils of devotion to you
will endure until cessation of my life.

I may cease to be
with the loneliness and pain,
but my love for you
– eternal,
never to be erased.

The tip of the arrow
pierced straight through
my heart – my soul.
Pieces hanging by a thread
not to be restored.

I offered what I had of me,
adoration…so genuine.
I know not what is left,
but ask not for reclamation,
given as a gift.