when remnants of the past are perceived, bits and pieces of the future dissolve.

It's hard to let go of the past,
when she looks to the future
and sees nothing.


She needs to find the future,
because it is there.
She just can't see it,
because she's not looking.


She attempts.
and sometimes she's alright.
Glimpses of sun rays shine.


But when remnants of the past are perceived,
Bits and pieces of the future dissolve.


And all over again:
It's hard to let go of the past,
when she looks to the future
and sees nothing.


She just wishes
she didn't feel that twinge of regret
that she wouldn't have failed to notice
what she had.
"You don't know what you got till it's gone".


As she remembers,
All over again:
It's hard to let go of the past,
when she looks to the future
and sees nothing.


She just needs to stop moping around
by sitting here writing this
She needs to stop looking,
and finally find the future.