Time runs out in my futile attempts to find
what lost became but leaving traces behind,
pressed against my tender heart neglected
in the middle of dreams and life unaffected.
But giving up cannot be an accepted option
pausing in my search entertaining the notion
that to live life alone I may not be prepared
but to love and behold I may also not dare.
And what may I become If I cannot entertain
my attraction to something I may never obtain,
while life slips away ‘tween cracks in my heart
and dreams or desires slowly falling apart.
H.O. June 4, 2014