Passing Point

Wishing time could turn back,
dreaming of what you could've done,
grief digs into depths of your heart.

Only touching things that were once hers,
unable to edure the sorrow to loose love,
forgetting the purpose of your existence.

Dwelling upon what can't be rewinded,
reminding yourself of all the pain,
only vacuum will fill if you surpress.
~Ger.