not the between or before.
We are the should have been and
never will be.
We can't find our moments because they do not exist.
You are the what if and should be,
not the possibility.
You are the dream and the nightmare,
all rolled up into one.
I am lost in my thoughts because I can find no answers.
I am what is left undone and unknown ,not completed.
I am the vacant and listless one.
You cannot find me because you don't know me.
Together we are longing and desire, apart we are unrequited.
Uncompleted and unfulfilled,
that is us.
Not knowing and hoping,
eats my thoughts and destroys my
heart.
I wait for it in hope of not destroying it, before I know it.
Sonnet 18
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more termperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date;
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd,
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd:
But they enternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall Death brag thou wand' rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st.
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
William Shakespeare
