Once
There was a time when you knew she was yours. You knew she was waiting for you. You knew it with all of your being and all of your soul. But that time passed. Now you’re alone and you don’t feel her presence. When you look inside yourself it’s empty just as it is when you look into the future.
You don’t know what to do with yourself. One thing is just as good as another and people talk and they talk and it all sounds the same. And it wasn’t always like this. When she was with you words had meaning and events had a purpose. It was like she was the key or the last puzzle piece that focused the entire picture and gave it vibrance so that you could distinguish one colour from another, one word from another, and one person from another. But that time has passed.