Poem #3

Hours Past

Hours past and time wasted
I sit here all alone and segregated
Wishing that you will come back to me
I am so sick of being lonely

All the times we've spent
I cannot just give up on you
Remember all the places we went?
It would be the unruly thing to do

Hours past and time wasted
I'm close to my breaking point
I miss your voice
All this time that has passed