im often reminded of things long past gone from my life

of how far they are
how unreachable they are from my grasp

sometimes i think
im only meant for wanting,
only made for desiring so deeply,
never to have
never to be close

ive learnt too early, maybe too deeply
that no matter how much your heart speaks
no matter how loud your longing is
some people do not turn back
some things just arent yours
no matter how much they feel like home

and sometimes letting go of that feeling,
that you are meant for something or someone,
is the only way forward

sometimes
the kindest thing you can do for yourself
is close your eyes
without asking the morning to come