What Once Was

I stare out this foggy, rain-soaked window, longing for a past that once was. It beckons me hence, says to me "follow"; I want nothing but what once was. The drops on the glass, my heartbeat echoes, though broken and torn it may be; memories dance on, lingering shadows of what remains of her and me. The thunderous peals, the ominous sounds, imitate the struggle within; her light won't leave me, it simply surrounds, revealing just how low I've been. The calm after the storm, peaceful goodbyes, they ease the losing of what was; yet still, my smile is my soul's disguise; if only I had what once was.