Lost

I sit here by the window,

as the skys rain.

same things going through my mind.

same pains,

that haunt my nights.

same things that leave me broken,

and sprawled, like a bat blind to light.

memory, is not as great a gift as it seems.

when the only things you remember are how it used to be.

when there were smiles that came easily, and laughter was abundant.

but times change as we continualy move forward.

now all the sad sighs,

all the missed goodbyes,

all the lies, continues to brings tears to my eyes,

and i cry.

for our lost history.

for what we used to be.

for those happy nights when i once had you here beside me.

but like a dream it just fluttered away,

lost to time, like a heat dried lake,

so now i'm left with just the memories,

of a lost love who was every thing i need