Untitled Part I

I've never felt more alone.
It's so overrated, but I literally have no one.
Everyone is moving on.
And I'm stuck....here....
In the quietness of my mind in the emptiness of my soul.
I can't let go of what used to be,
I know that I can't have that forever.
I've mentioned before that I do, however, seem to dream of the impossibilities.
But as I think about my lack of future,
I can only hope for the best for the one's that I care about the most.
While they are out their chasing dreams,
Where am I but to be a memory?
I don't want to be forgotten.
But I guess the hardest part is letting go,
Of what used to be,
Of a memory.