Entropy

Trying so hard to forget you,
memories haunt each day,
wishing for a resurrection
of the times we'd play.

Visions of what could have been,
remembering what was lost,
tragedy so knit together
portrayed just like in Faust.

"Why?!" the question haunts my mind,
as each of us retreat,
we wander separately and lose the sense
that we were meant to meet.

Perhaps as time's gray shadows pass,
our paths will cross again,
it can't be said what will transpire
maybe we'll find out then.

O, agony of waiting,
yet time's a healing friend,
the interim's worthwhile,
for pain, with this, may mend.