Yoona

I found myself mourning
For a love that has never been,
Shattered to bits
Flown with the wind
Like it was never meant,
For I was never once and never will be
The rhythm and the rhyme
To complete a masterpiece,
For I was never once and never will be
A whisper from your lips
Nor a cry from your want and your needs,
For I was never once and never will be
The subtle ache of your chest
Nor a sudden pang of flashing memory.
But, as has always been written in the stars,
I am but a minute fraction
Of momentary merriment.
I am fleeting and everything
Will be forgotten,
For I was once
And forever will be…
Nothing.
What am I?
Am I an ephemeral occurrence?
Or what am I here for?
And, I found myself pondering…
Was I never once and never will be
A flutter of excitement nor a thrill of hope?
Was I never once and never will be
A reason for laughter but a tinge of despair?
What am I to you?
What am I?
Was I never once a glimmer of love
But an epitome of misfortune?
And I found myself treading in crossroads,
Drowning in a sea of endless questions,
Caught in a web of doubts and uncertainty.
But what am I…?