parade

each and every
time
I run myself
in circles
making strides to find
what I so longed for
seeking out
mere moments
from which to draw upon
there hasn't been
a time yet
that I haven't
arrived
to watch someone else
find the happiness
that faltered in me
my hands itch to reach out
my heart aches with need
and the scene plays out
the parade
passes through
each and every
time