You think you may be a passerby,
To which I'll never understand why.
Time takes a toll unfair and unjust, stripping my soul of trust.
You're the Enlightenment in the midst of postmodern chaos;
You're the understanding in words never spoken.
Delicacy in your gaze, my will left in delightful daze.
Longing takes me by hand but fails to grasp reality.
Marble thoughts contest with laminate inferences inside the granite facilities of my mind;
echoes to be announced.
Indifference isn't peace,
Neither is longing.
It's not coming back, ever.
Missing is too small of a statement;
Fill the void while you can,
Who am I kidding?