What if I seek where there is no meaning?
Rather just memories, ripe for the gleaning...

From a still troubled mind,
Wandering in hope that it may find...
The other to its lonely half,
So again this soul may laugh.

Mirth in every breath,
Yet still, step by step closer to death...

A day wasted,
After such a love was but tasted...
Taken,
Rather, lost by one so mistaken.

In the very role heart did play,
To do more, then even words can say...

To love and then lose,
That is not what I choose...
You may yet pass me by,
Still as I tear, wondering why.

Does love fall fated,
As all life is created?

To live,
And then to die...
Such an existence,
But a lie.