No Words Can Describe It

It isn't a smell, a breeze or a song

It is the haunting of a memory, it's the desire to have them back

Their voice keeps playing, past actions replay over and over

Dreams don't disappear, they remain dreams that will forever be out of reach no matter what you do

The hopes and desires remain, but there is nothing that can be done with them, they only float around in your mind as an eternal torture, a thirst or hunger that will never end

You can try to live them through someone else, but the satisfaction will never come, the hole can never be filled, it's never a real victory, another endless fight that will never end, just a remaining form of torture, a torture that only your own death can offer relief

Behind the brave front, the tears have never stopped flowing, they continue to pool, but out of sight of those who don't know where to look