Taken

Last month now seems the distance of long ago, when hope stood in doorways Your walls familiar, yet strangely distant for the backdrop of a year, a year I think I’d rather let fade into the folds of memory… Never needed you, but only what I thought you could have provided – excitement, promise, without a thought to the fact that I was empty and you could never fill those places that simply longed for her within… I sought you, I found miles of nothing underneath laughter’s skeleton and I cried for us, not because we were ever anything, but for all that we once thought we could have gained, and all that in this, we have lost.