Poetry of the Midnight Hour - Unsaid Words

Out of Grasp

With every twist, you're found, echoes near,

Yet fleeting, you fade when the day's light steers. 

A choice was made, yet the ache holds tight, 

Your presence lingers, day or night.

Everywhere I wander, you're subtly there, 

Then vanish as the evening tints the air.

Decisions weigh, still the pain remains, 

Lost in echoes, where heartache reigns.

I found you, and I lose you again,

 at the end of the day.