My Sad, Little, Found Poem

Paint me a picture-- things you remember, things you regret, things you miss. As if they are all ashes of blissful memories. Memories, you want desperately to cling to. Tell me a tale of solitude. All in your life is moving and you're standing still. The rest of the world- in warp speed. I want you to tell me how it feels. Make me relate. Make it real. If you can make me cry... that would be great. The hardest thing in life is to want desperately to cry, but not have, in you, the strength to tear up.