I don’t want the future, bright but so uncertain

If only it weren’t so, but it is.

I want the warmth of the past

Time I spend is gone, forever

If only there were any way to wind back the clock

Bright memory fades as time grows longer

Looking for you, always

Looking back, always

My heart yearns

My neck twisted to face you

My will not enough

Past torn away, present snaps back

Now read only the bold.