All

All that was and all that has been, all that which was- when we were still friends
Where has it all gone, where is it now- what is left is there anything still to the ends
In my heart I hold the love, friendship and beauty for which I have fought
I keep it inside me since the day- out you threw it for rot
Searching, looking, longing to return all to its former glory
Living alone, dwelling on the past, no one reads this story
With hands that are worn with work and heart that is worn with time
I trudge on looking for you, looking for the love that is mine
Never to be found because all that exist 
They have moved along and on and past this
Alone I hold the pieces of a broken love
Never to return until I see that which is above