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.
Wandering the Interwebs 