sunlight, a crack in the window
a beam of gold in a grey room
it spreads across the ceiling
i watch it shift
all the while reeling
from thoughts of yesteryear
yesteryear
the daffodils were in bloom
spring was drawing near
back then
you and I would share
everything
but maybe nothing too
shit man, I miss talking to you.
I miss wandering wherever
I miss never
wanting to be anywhere else
i miss having a best friend
someone to talk too
most days I feel so alone
but that feeling is nothing new
I wish we were able to see through
bullshit and pretense
past and future tense
wish you could just be you
and I could just be me
and we could meet somewhere in the middle
i spent a lifetime building walls,
what remains, nought but empty halls
derelict spaces, disused and wasted
echoes reverberate
and nothing even matters
lost not found
-----to be unbound
by time and space
by hurt and haste
to find grace
in unlikely places
to remember things right
to forever delight
in memories luminous in nature////
>>>>>>lost not found
