The Ghosts of Summer’s Past Woods of Ypres

There is a comfort
In longing for
Something that's gone
Forever
It shows how much
That something
Meant to you
When it was here

To a person who claims
To never having had anything
They can be confronted by
The empty space
Where something once was

I could only remember
Feeling so bad
When the present time
Was passing by
Looking back
Now I realise
That the best and worst times in my life
Could coincide

My greatest achievement is also my greatest loss
The best thing I ever had is forever gone