Apparently

the clock stopped some time ago,

apparently at two twenty a.m.

and i'm still here, staring at the ceiling.

 

knowing that where you are

is not here with me,

keeps me captive from my dreams.

 

still pining away for something

i never will have again,

keeps you in my illusive dreams.

 

thoughts running rampant

around my spinning brain,

keep pushing me to the brink.

 

what the hell happened?

why did it all change,

with no closure for piece of mind?

 

did i read the signals wrong?

was i playing more into something

that was never there, never real?

 

i chase the answers round and round,

never getting anywhere,

never getting an absolution.

 

i don't know the why's or the how's,

i just don't know anything anymore,

apparently, i don't even know you.

 

Reviews

[Samuel Dickens]

Missing someone and wondering why it didn't work out is a place many of us have been. It doesn't feel good, like a lot of the pot holes that life throws in our way. Nice work, MandarinOranges