Evasive

Why do I feel
Something is missing
Why does it seem
The days of rose colored glasses
And sweet blissful love
Are over

I can't put my finger on it
It evades my description
So close to tears
And so close to you
But still so far away

What have we forgotten?
What has been left behind?
In the days of discovery
We found everything we wanted
Everything we needed
We saw in each other
Did we have this missing piece
Or was it never there?