[ Mid-March; Pre-April — 2015 ]
times in vain — all pain, no gain
For all I have missed
One hole remains unfilled
Short, abrupt, was nothing more
For me it's you that I adore
You were one to lift my hopes up
Hung me restless, it came to a drop
Dared myself to love once more
Only to prove that I was wrong
What we could have been
Will probably never be
A change once promised to me
One you never dared to be
A space you could have occupied
An outline you could have been
Standing beside, staring clear
Holding hands, embracing near
But you're not there
And never will
For all the times you won't be near
I will be here, remembering
—i.t
