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