Wising to move back in time,
dreaming of what could've been done,
agony masticates deep into heart.
Unknowingly staring at pictures of her,
rereading her pages over and over,
embracing all that she used to own.
Unable to endure sorrow of loosing love,
drops of wetness beging to puddle,
slowly forgetting purpose of one's existence.
This is but dwelling upon history's marks,
revisiting all the scars by agonizing pain,
Death will be the ultimate end to presumed Utopia.