Like the puff of smoke that dissapates in the wind,
so do your words of love for me,
they are a little late in coming

So many changes have taken place,
like the fall leaves that change with a
multitude of colors

Words and actions that I craved forever,
but were never seen or heard,
seem pointless now, and, I no
longer care to hear them

The days and nights drone on from one to
another and seem never ending
What a vast waste of time, energy, and emotions.

What a shame the clarity of it all took so long
and yet, was so inevitable.
Like forever, I'm still here, yet still alone.

Time after time my hopes and dreams have
have been shattered like the glass that has
been dropped on the kitchen floor ,
never to be put back together again, wholey.

What a vast waste, of hope, of dreams,
of a life, of a person,
What a vast waste of me...