Drifting away through time and space,
It gets harder and harder to picture your face.
The fond memories grow more unclear;
I wish every day that you could just be here.I miss you so much it hurts to think.
The feelings are weights, causing me to sink.
Desperately, I grasp for you.
But the image is fuzzy, and my fingers fall through.I really should call you. At least send a text.
But I have no idea of what to do next.
I don’t want to drag you in this pit with me.
In my pool of pathetic misery.So I’ll struggle alone and hope that I’ll win;
Try to un-stick this fly trap I find my self in.
When I stop being a loser, when I am someone great,
I’m hoping by then, it wont be too late.
-Shaman Romney 2016
Shame on The Universe 
What do you think?