A feeling of melancholy pours into my heart.
The memories of the past mixed with it all;
like the colors in the universe,
all frequencies of light combined,
but in a gloomy sense.

A breeze of sadness fills in,
as the truth of not seeing you
in this lifetime hits my soul.
Indeed, to miss something that will never come back,
is the hardest to grieve for.

Can my good memories come to life?
Can I take a peak into what was before again?
Nothing to change, nothing to alter,
just wanting to see things, see them,
see you again.