Missing

Ever felt so shallow,
As if a void inside hasn't filled,
As if a voice has been killed,
Yet you wait for hope,
Hope that you will be, one day,
To a happy man akin...
It occurs to me these days
I breakdown more often,
But no one here will complain,
If that is so the days wish for me,
I will be happy in my mourning,
Although quite vividly missing,
That grave past in-
a bygone memory... 
I regret calling them dark,
The days of golden chances,
The days of chirpy dances,
Built in sunny ranches,
And now I will suffer,
Yet not fail to love that remained,
And those that came belated...