Contemplating a future, not yet arrived.
The loss, the moving on.
With nothing but memories to hold on to,
Contemplating, ruminating, what will become.
A time when I am finally happy,
After so long of being lost.
I have found.
Yet know what has been found.
Can finally truly be happy,
Yet always with a tinge of sadness,
Of what past,
Sadness, bringing happiness.
A dichotomy of life,
What is to come.
I accept this.
This possible outcome, as I must.
But will fight it, for what I think can be good.
In the end, I will have found happiness, through the simplest moments.
And even in the slight sadness, it will be ever-happy,
With what it is,
What it was,
What it represents.
Am I deluded?
The only devastation that can come of this,
Forgetting this true lesson.
Forgetting the memories that slip away,
Despite all my efforts to grasp.
This future, approaching me.
One of many potentialities.
Yet as it seems.
I have finally find solace, contentment.
To be happy, yet always sad…
For what had come.
What had passed.