Two years is a long time
To feel the same thing
To stand still
Everything around you
Moving at the speed of light
And they left you behind
The cold, fresh spring
Reminds me of then
Reminds me of now
And I know somehow
That one day this won't matter
That one day this will end
But that day is not today
But for now
I will be content knowing
That through this age of darkness
I found myself
And maybe it's a sign
To reach into my subconscience
And pull out these words
Of false hopes long-abandoned
Maybe I'm just not ready to let go
Even though I know I should
If only I would listen to myself
For I am yet to be found.