A Pensive Sadness

Wistful

For the past

And for all that was lost

Wistful

For the future

And for all that has yet to be gained

Wistful

For the present

And for all that I have

Wistful

For the unknown

And for the unwanted that is known

Wistful

For death

And for the unwanted gift that is life

Wistful

For the hate

And for the unwanted feeling of love 

And wistful 

For myself

And for the unwanted presence of everybody else.