Another Summer

What is this hollow? Why is it here?
What are these echos, these memories, these tears?

Twenty years have passed me by
much faster than the ones before.
I was always looking for something
but my blind eye rarely saw the good in anything.

I have loved and I have lost. I have held to hope at any cost.
Circles and cycles and roundabout ways
countless spent hours counting the days

hoping to find
something
of happiness.