This again...
and here I am,
lost in the hopelessness of waiting,
as I have so many times before
after only but a taste...
a tease...
a brief moment in time
thinking I have finally found patience...
thinking I have finally grasped the elusive...
only to have it ripped away by circumstances
(which seem to be the same circumstances
just wearing different masks)
over and over in endless facade.

Am I left with nothing but time,
and memories of feeling whole,
reflected in the broken mirror of my mind?

Of course.

Wasn't it I who shattered it in the first place?