Souls that Passed

I sit on a bench, glancing back and forth,

The sun bathes the surroundings in splendor,

Highlighting the lively atmosphere,

Kids chasing one another,

Women lounging in leisure,

Teenage girls stealing glances at sun-kissed boys.

The giggles and laughter fill my ears,

Yet, I feel like an empty, useless soul,

Despite the joy, sadness creeps back in

The darkness persists despite the sunshine’s warmth,

It has found its roots in me,

Sharp and insistent.

Tears stream down my cheeks

Perhaps due to the breathtaking scene before me,

Or tears of joy, I am not sure,

But deep within my heart,

The feeling lingers on,

The feeling of missing a soul.