Tough love

Hard as I try to clasp;
the more I realize.
The moments gone like a wasp;
will never come by.


Things which made you feel special;
have long gone by with  sear.
Maybe the light of appraisal;
is darkness of wear.


I am a guy in a tunnel;
living on the memories of  past.
Maybe the cries of wail;
will linger till I last.