Missin'

Why must all passions vanish
the moment an object or person significant to us departs?
Why must we all seek a new source
to reignite our fervour and ascend to greater heights?
We search for the right person to speak the right words,
to grant us the courage to pursue our goals –
that spark which allows us to live
a little better, a little differently, finally offering us the chance
to fight for our dreams with our full strength.
No one understands this, and that comes as no surprise.
I shall not beg; such is simply human nature.
I shouldn’t have spoken so much about all of this.
Now I must fight even harder,
confronting, day after day, a cold that breaks my spirit –
a cold both within and without;
it tears at my insides; it weakens my veins.
This is no joke, yet I must ignore it,
for the sake of a greater good, I simply must endure.
I listen to other, wonderful stories, wrapped in warmth.
I asked for this myself, so I cannot complain.
I longed for culture, for humanity, for style.
There is no one by my side, and so my ruin is complete.
Salvation arrives too late for those who wait –
too late, by the measure of human time.