Blowing along
the morose winds
these thoughts
of mine
make me complete.
As I lay
under the scattered stars
beneath the nightlight
the sparse images of her
wander along
the back of my heart.
Strange this
impulsive nature of us
humans
makes us cry for happy times
and stupid for the sad times.
But such is life, such is love
She is my life
I am not her love.
impressions..!! 
Ooof. Well done, very moving. The words carry you along like a stream and then ice water at the end
Oh no!! The pains of unrequited love. Nicely done