I’ve searched around the world,
Always filled with questions.
A void,
As desolate as my soul.
Will I ever find you?
Am I to spend a lifetime?
In the hope,
Lost in the search,
Of one day,
A moment,
Worthy of being called true?
Is it all that ever was?
A deterioration
Of our bodies,
The desecration
Of our souls.
Days go by,
The sun synchronistical,
Having it’s finally set.
And yet, in it’s absence,
We mourn,
Waiting for its return.
Can the heart heal?
Can it feel?
What once was felt before?
Or are we now, burdened
Destined, and determined,
To wander,
To endure,
To suffer,
Merely in the hopes of one day
Maybe,
Something more?
Patience grows tiresome,
Our bodies grow weak with time.
The physicality of perfection,
Dwindling slow,
Ageing however graceful;
Yet distained;
Merely in the absence,
Of you.
I wonder,
I wait,
For one day,
A reason to know.
That somewhere out there,
Right now,
The reason for all of this,
Is you.
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