Author's Note: Just a brief poem about the frustrations of unrequited affection. As this work belongs to me, please request my permission before you archive it elsewhere. I'm sure I'd be happy to donate it.

The Chase

By Sarie

My brown-eyed tragedy,

how my foolish heart




with your every breath.

Like the hands of a ticking clock,

I pursue you.

Follow you,

chasing after your heels.

Longing for the moment

where we may rest our weary heads

upon the same sleepy hour.

I cannot dance this dance

for much longer.

The race is too tiring

too difficult to run.

Time is but a fickle lover,

flitting away in a blur

of empty moments.

The clock maintains

its maddening pace.




I cannot catch you.

You will not wait.