Sad

What was our life when it began?
Was there some beauty in the mess?
I've pondered years of interaction
Wondering if we should've met

Through hopeless distance, I adored you
In awkward silence, I came alive
If our whole lives were in this moment
Then there is meaning, I contrive

Perhaps a silhouette, a ghost now
Phantasmal dancing in the room
There was once some sense of happiness
In it's memory, I'm consumed

I turn my tired eyes towards our failure
Flipping through every empty page
This leather binding just reminds me
Of how I turned and walked away

But if you're reading, please believe
This book could be complete someday
I'll keep on writing, you here with me
Our story in a vibrant, colored array

This was our life when it began
There was beauty in the mess
I'd give up all my years of searching
Just to relive the moment we met