At the most random, inappropriate times she enters my mind,
The unrequited one, my desiring, my love.
At these times she fills my mind, my heart
Tricking, coursing slowly through me
Filling me with images of her,
Recalling her last words and texts.

My pupils dilate, my heart palpates
My imagination wanders "what is she doing at that moment?"
Did she think of me?
I think not....
But....
Forever I will love and desire you.