No words to ever be exchanged

No embraces to ever be shared

My mind is burdened with these thoughts

And no one's ever seemed to care

Or ask

Or try to understand

All I recieve are "I'm sorry"

And then I'm back on remand

For this pain

That never goes away

I'm haunted by these thoughts 

That always make way

To consume my day

People race

To fill your place

But each attempt feels a disgrace

Because who could ever replace

The expression on a mothers face

When I tell you of my first love,

Of my first heartbreak

Of all my sweet victories

And all my sorry mistakes?

The answer is no one

So where does that leave me? 

Drowning in the sorrow of my own self pity?

Composing possiblities of what could be

If you were to never leave?

Or do all these fantasies

Really prove me naive?