Sometimes I miss things, and little reminders of what I wish I had creep in, making me hopeful for the future.

Many days have passed since that moment.

A lot of time alone, I have spent.

Alone in a room, alone in a crowd.

It makes no difference, how quiet or loud.

Many thoughts have passed, in which I’ve reflected.

A lot of life gone by, that I have neglected.

Time and life, I cannot retrieve.

Lost, because I wanted to believe.

My heart, again, has fooled me.

In time, this fact, I was bound to see.

Abandoned by emotion, while chasing a feeling.

Hope, in my heart, has hit this glass ceiling.

Past it I stare, still longing for more.

But those pages from this book were tore.