A person, unhappy with the mundane, regrets the loss of something daydreamed, unredeemable
|Does it rush at you,
too quickly and sinister,
as if lying in wait for a wakening?
You had a fondness for a thing
in its beauteous fade.
What’s left for us,
after such withdrawal,
stewed, now, in the certainty of worry?
Chastened in the land of hurry.