knowing all to well ...

knowing all to well,
the days and nights,
filled with memories of lost love.
regrets.
things left unspoken.
days and nights search for a love,
that I know that cannot be.
shouting at the top of my lungs,
knowing that there is no one to hear,
no one to care
no one to understand
the frailty of my condition
my romance
my broken heart

knowing all to well,
the hours,
days,
years,
 wasted,
working to make someone else richer.

knowing all to well,
trying to keep the one amber of myself,
alive,
in the hope that it will light up the night,
like all good lives should.