Long Lost Love

Is the love lost,
Better than love that never was,
The pain found in broken heart,
Dearer than an empty past.

Is the hand once held,
Though still clutched tightly,
Long ago was it let go,
Leaving a faint sliver of memory.

Why does the heart yearn for ache?
Why does it wish 'twas gloomy?
Than being content with the knowledge,
That 'twas spared the agony.

Still I don't know what 'twas 'tween us,
Searching for the meaning of the tune we sang together,
What you meant to me when you were there,
And what it means now that you are gone forever.