7:18 AM

Unrequited feelings
Slowly drift back into the darkness,
The echoing caverns of our souls,
At this time.
The rising sun
Vanquishes them,
Like the vampires they are.
Sucking the life
Out of the night's silence
With endless chatter
About emotional grey matter.
The morning puts it all to rest.
Life begins anew.
Do know, though,
That they will visit again.
Around 2 or 3 in the morning,
When "late" really sets in.
The echoing caverns of our souls
Will slowly drift back into the darkness
Of the night.
Unrequited feelings.

-A. Lewis