Longing begins and long remains

Deep within stirring, a modest ache
evermore building
so much light

Building to overwhelming, such desire
all else overshadowing
so much warmth

Overshadowing forward falls, into blindness
only itself allowing
dimming

Simple things, really…

To love and be loved…
the one to whom thoughts still bend…
the one for whom longing remains…

A bit ridiculous, I say.

Time has passed; opportunity has moved over; we move on, right?

Why does this longing remain
why still overwhelmed by longing
why does impossible longing overshadowing all else

It is over; it is past; it is done with, but for my heart.