04/02/2016
A skipped moment
Hardly recognized but intensely felt
Sheer thoughts of wanting it back
Aligns yourself for the next skipped moment
A vicious cycle
Of such blinded focus
The maze walls grow transparent
And conjure up ill omens
A lonely desire
Fills each unconscious footstep
Tracklessly leaving clues
For yourself to pass over
A haunted feeling
That this will always end
Lingers on forever
Within the hollows of your mind