Floating on the surface,
how could I even speak,
of understanding the gravity,
the depth of someone's feelings...

As an empty shell, I walked,
filling the contents, from the world,
through their fervent portrayal,
in various stories and anecdotes.

Like wick, of a lantern,
needing fuel, for the flames,
but the glow, was never sustained,
extinguished by incoming breeze.

Yet, the yearning still remained,
of the promises, that were made,
surrounding me...