As it turns out we don’t have much of anything.
We used to have something, but we don’t anymore.
What we have left is a mockery of what little we had.
Love never brought the joy we thought it might
or they said it would and what we shared was what
we gave each other when we were down on our luck.
So many of us have lived with pain none of us can
begin to describe. It’s all come crashing down,
hasn’t it? We were never golden or made of light.
Forlorn and death-tinted, we still don’t know
what pushes us or pulls at us. No one can explain why
our day never came and why it never will.