I wail out to the pain
Of what we could’ve been
Some other mesmerizing forecast
Than the doubt we ended up as
Goodbyes are hindered
By the inability of our hellos
And echos of nothing are
Screaming in the absence
Of a love that dreamed of
Being born before the end of
Every future tomorrow that
Hangs waning in the distant sky
Like an unattainable star
© GÄ
Poétique 