Loves Lost

lightless rain is falling, and i cling to the lost, where breathing is irregular and vision blurred and resentment builds and misunderstanding understood. i ponder what i thought i knew, what love was to me and you. on one hand a pair of dice, the other an imaginary friend who can only see this moment and not an end. there is no desperation it floats into an oblivious wind, trying feels a lot like crying and i don't know me anymore, or less, than i did before. perhaps it's a lack of focus, all i know is that beauty is lacking, and losing, and crushing, and answers not. what happened to love i'd been sending, where are you happy ending?