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.