Today is the day that could have been and never was.
Sights left unseen and visions never to be forgotten.
Surrounding myself with people, I’ve never felt so alone.
No place warm, no place of comfort, no place I feel at home.
Time can’t heal the wounds it is pouring sand into.
The hourglass has a leak. And with no one there to keep.
When the sand is gone and the warm oceans expelled, what becomes of this cold, dry husk?
-I don’t usually write poems…in fact I could count on one hand the number of times I have in my life but this one just sort of happened..