Does it feel like my lost? Yes it does!
Was it self inflicted? Yes and No!
We both brought it on, unintentionally.
Past became merged with the now.
The future, a distant grasping lull.
Present living, you said constantly.
Impossible, with loss inside alive.
A loss of those not lived.
Of desire to change, to ignore it.
Yet, no matter what, it remained.
And with it, a love was gone.
Flown away, to other pastures.
Missed, good times render higher.
Bad times, gone just like you.
