Can't seem to breathe right.
The only thing
I'd ever really wanted has been
Replaced with
Some solemn measure
Of something... distant.
I'm not sad - much -
Just, the only thing I'd ever really
Wanted kind of
Came tumbling down,
Far, into my arms - and
For once, I was content.

. . . .

Guess there's
Nothing - nothing I can do,
Though. Things used to be
Good not long ago;
Sure. But
Yesterday is past and gone, along with - well -
Only everything I'd ever really wanted.