melancholic me
always looking for what has passed
what has left, what didn't last
in words, in lines, in books
in people, in friends, in stranger's looks
never here and never there
and i for one think that isn't fair
melancholic me
lost in time
searching for reason, for rhythm, for rhyme
the echoes fade, but still i chase
the fleeting shadows, the empty space
i hold the past like a fragile thread
its frayed edges woven through my head
the present whispers, but i can't hear
its voice drowned out by distant years
and yet, the world keeps turning on
each sunset lost, each dawn foregone
melancholic me
i ache, i yearn
for what's behind, for what won't return