Remorse, Regret, and Those Things I Cannot Forget

The Drain

I try to remember all the things I have loved,
And I know I could never find them all,
And to remember the people I have loved when I know I have lost them all.
It aches so deeply in my chest,
This ever present loneliness,
Even when I think I'm content.
But my arms still hold no one,
And the only one I watch is my reflection.