How does it feel like.. to be part of a lost dream?
These ghostly fragments haunting you daily.
They gnaw at your heartbeat, slowing and accelerating it at their whim.
Oh, am I defenseless in all of these?
Or had I been too fixated at a pinprick of hope that can only linger?
I am so, very uncertain.
It is true,
the change manifest in this portrait of mine has
Given form to a wail,
Why do I continue to wait in vain?
For an answer that cannot decide?
I toss those days like pages of a scrapbook,
And eavesdrop on the voices of joy
If beauty could only last this second,
Would you wait for me again?