Looking Around

I stand alone, looking around.

Silent and forgotten,

Is this my fate or is it karma.

Walking down a loney street.

I look around

Forgotten and bitter our eyes meet.

Where has that happiness and joy gone.

Lost.

I won't look back at my fading past,

looking around, looking around.

I stop, feeling the tension and the beat.

I turn.

Darkness swallows me.

I reach out, trying to grasp.

A hand,

I pull, and find myself pulled into my lovers arms.

He disolves into nothing but thin air.

A blinding light.

Looking around.

Who am I, lost in this world of memories.