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