Forlorn end

This poem is about the difficulty of forming meaningful connections in this era.

Time is running out
people come and go
evanescent feelings
that could never grow


Ephemeral encounters.
No time to see the truth.
Noone cracked the code,
yet they claim to know

Walking on a straight line,
there is no going back.
Only a few steps left.
I am losing track.

A tristful end.
Noone around to be seen,
just endless silence.
I can only hear my heartbeat.

Time slowed down before the end.
A hole was laying heavy on my chest.
Deep sorrow and regret.
I never met you before death.