Cling To The Echo

It is the not knowing...
   My loneliness and heartache
are pushed aside to make room
for my wondering at the why,
          and the what,
                    and the where.
As I move and breathe, all reminds me of ...
   How quickly I forget!!

Is this broken???

My unknowing moves around,
    full circle becoming all I fear the most!
Hopelessly I cling to the echo of all that is forgettable.
Holding on to that which isn't anything at all.
Craving the wanting but never knowing why.

So as I go forward into the day, the shadow grows.
Filling and
          falling and
                   fighting,
till all that is left is the emptiness of the space
you no longer hold.