I have been looking for you – in every space of my world,
yet I have no luck in finding someone who doesn’t exist.
I can picture you – in every glimmer of your living and only hope.
One day, you will love me and recognize me as someone –
but for now, till that day.
Everyday is constricting, every pain is conflicting and surely –
waiting should assure an answer.
Can I ask anymore of you without sounding like every part of me –
relied on the conformation of your being.
Now all that is left is the remains of your fleeting ghost.
Where do I go without a path that doesn’t lead me to you?