All my life, my heart has yearned for a thing I cannot name.

We knew that it would soon be over, and so we put it all into a poem, to tell the universe who we were, and why we were here, and what we said and did and thought and dreamed and yearned for. We wrapped our dreams into words and patterned the words so that they would live forever, unforgettable.

My soul yearned for you while yours wandered off to the souls of others. Then I healed. My soul doesn't yearn for you anymore.

All my life my heart has yearned for a thing I cannot name.