I continue to try; to love what I do not,
what I cannot. Yet I try.
Companionship, another, but I do not know,
that other anymore. Yet I want.
I see clearly and know this cannot be,
not any longer. Yet, I feel.
The pull of dead memories from the past,
images of the before now. Yet I believe.
Thoughts without life; dead; posing as what is,
what now can never be. Yet I am as I was.