Losing.

It's like loving someone that doesn't love you,
it's acting as your heart is one when you know it's in two.
It's holding onto the past when the future is near,
that constant complication, that constant fear.

It's something like, checking the time for no apparent reason,
or hoping, just wishing for the next season.
Maybe like, praying for better days,
just because life isn't going your way.

If I tried to explain it, it'd be like this,
the moment right after a slow kiss,
not wanting for it to be goodbye,
but knowing that's a lie.

It's exactly like, a little piece of you died,
and you will never get it back,
it's something you'll always lack.
So nothing will ever be the same,
and there's no one to blame.
It's just so real, and I guess that's how I feel.
---Alex Smith 2.19.08