It is not for you that I mourn
Though your face will do just as well.
There was no love to lose, no hope to gain,
Just a passing moment in the passage of time.
And yet I mourn as if something has died.
I am empty, as if there is something I've lost.
I am angry, as if my heart had been betrayed.
Yet it is not for you that I mourn
Though my misery bears your likeness.
For you were never mine to lose--
So how can I miss you being here?
What I miss in missing you is not you at all.
What I miss is simply the dream
The idea, the hope, the belief, the chance...
That abstract concept called 'love.'
What I mourn is the chance at a dream dared to be,
What I've lost is the notion of hope.
But to sit up wondering why it never came to be
Well that certainly made me the dope.
How can it be you that I'm missing
When you were never a part of this place?
How can it be you that I mourn for
When I can't even remember your face?

DLand Notes, for the DLand In-Crowd

Recap

update - 2004-02-27
Worried... still - 2004-01-24
worried, slightly - 2004-01-23
pathetic entry #221212 - 2004-01-09
Checking In And Stuff - 2003-11-30

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