Wasting time on a fantasy
Dreaming again of what was never mine
Mourning what was lost
When it was only in my head
Clinging to memories
That I likely misremember
Wishing just to hear a voice
That’ll never speak to me again
Longing for something
To fill the hole that was always there
Long before her
The void she brought awareness to
By almost falling in
I wish I could just walk away
Never dream or feel again
Let that hole just swallow me
Worry not about the rest
But I can’t move or look away
I’m still standing at the gates
Shouting to her back inside
No one hears a sound
I’m tilting at windmills again
Seeing shadows where nothing walks
Imagining possibilities
That never could have been
