23/11/05

There are times I wish to see you but you never came,
Lost in the shadow of moments, silent and untamed.
In the stillness of my longing, I bear this heavy weight,
A victim of time's cruel hand, left to contemplate.

The memories of your absence, a haunting, endless sea,
I'm trapped in the echoes of what could never be.
Each passing day a reminder of the void you left behind,
A victim of time's relentless march, a heart confined.

I yearn for your presence, a solace never found,
In the depths of this solitude, I'm forever bound.
A prisoner of the past, a silent, echoing rhyme,
A victim of time's ceaseless flow, lost in endless time.