Passing By

The night has passed in a blur

All too similar to the countless days

In which I took for granted you’d be there.

It’s painfully ironic that the human condition is to

forever long for that which one cannot have.

If you have it, you ignore it.

If you lack it, you want it.

Until one day you wake up

Only to see that a lifetime has passed you by

Alone, all alone, with only those hollow memories.