Confused with everything inside my head

A love once found,
but instantly lost -
an impossibility in its moment of conception.

A distant past;
so close to the future;
a yearning for a soul to fill my own.

A temptation beyond reason;
a sadness with little hope.

A glimmer of a chance –
so much less than a single teardrop,
so much sadder than a river flow of weeping.

Infinite possibilities;
echoes of time;
phantoms of the future.

The loss of love
and a million things beside – all concealed –
hidden from even myself.

Buried in the far recesses of my mind,
at the lowest point of the depths of my soul;
with all the other unlovable things about myself.