There is a chasm uncrossable in the depths of my heart, a pit so wide and deep. On one side is a love I cannot have, may never have. On the other is a calling, a mission to achieve. I stand at the edge of responsibility, knowing my place, laying my life down. But I stare across the chasm uncrossable, at her ghostly form, now untouchable, irreplaceable, lost to me.
Thoughts on value and the things we treasure.