stuck

I didn’t forget,

But somehow everyone kept walking,
I don’t think I’ll ever move.

Even so, Where could I go?

I’ve traveled the same circle so many times,

Built a moat around my mind,

My surroundings ever-changing,

Sometimes the twinkling winds
They bring my gaze to the sky,

Bones chattering with the chill.

Who could have guessed the indifference,

Perhaps the unknown is what keeps me twirling.

But your arms were never truly open.

Perhaps I was never even there.

I have remnants that remind me otherwise:

Memories that drizzle, melodies that blind,

Illustrations that betray my yearning.

What if the answers never come?