the echoes of silent sorrow
reverberate forever in solitude.
i'm trying to find your face in the dark,
but like everyone else,
i'm succumbing.
i'm getting lost.
moving feels like i'm stuck,
having to fight everything
and above all else myself.
you're such a far off goal
one i'll never reach,
but you light the path
and the world around me
if not for a few moments.

a few moments
isn't ideal to strive for
but it's all i'll ever have with you,
so i go the distance
and wear myself out trying
and in the end,
at least i tried.
and trying is the distant sister of success
so i continue to try to see your face in the dark,
and a few moments
where you light up the backdrops
going stealthily by me.
today--you said good morning
and after last night,
it meant the world to me.

|m.s.