Lost Love...

While you laughed all day, I'd cry all night. While you regretted nothing, I looked back at everything. While you forgot everything, I remembered everything. While you fixed other hearts, I looked at mine that was torn apart. While you spent your time enjoying your life, I spent every moment longing for you to be mine. Lost love is still love. It takes a different form, that's all. You can't see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it. Even if my heart should call out your name in the rain, even if these arms should want to embrace you again, and even if I'm all cried out and no longer in pain... I'll never fall in love that way again.