With my love for you unreciprocated,
I simply do not feel alive.
My heart can still be unbroken
If I only figure out where my affections derive.

You will go on to have inherent desires
For others with whom you collide;
Meanwhile, I'll be waiting for nothing:
I'll seek before I hide.

My ears craving your voice one last time,
Lips whispering unresolved;
But instead, I will hold on until
Your memories of me have dissolved.

We are the ghosts of almost-lovers
And I the one unreciprocated,
Forever mourning the loss of a love
That never even existed.