Remembrance

Does it help that some of us are lost together? 
When what we look for doesn't exist in the same place, 
And no other validation would do, to reassure?

When we know the beating of the heart that we desire to hear
And the warmth that we desire to seek.
And the caress that would excuse the darkness in our act
Which would forgive the bleakest desperation of our soul
Doesn't exist in the world anymore

And we must live a lie, and build up a castle. 
A showplace for our personalities full of glittering smiles.
And turn inwards to that image for reassurance
Till we get thrown back into the night in the desert

Where our naked desperation breathes the cold air
And shrinks, and feeds on no love to live by
Finding others as lost as you
As depraved as the soul has become after seeing all these years
of never having been home
And never having had a tinge of an idea validated.

Maybe if a significant amount of time passes
There will be a surge in the heart again.
Until that happens, 
There is just waiting
In remembrance.