Missing Poem by Benjamin Feliciano

I stare into space too much I think,
I find a neutral spot through a window and beyond eyes
And there I gaze, seeing everything.
Seeing nothing.
I do this so often it hurts my head to focus on any one thing.
Might be because I have nothing to focus on.
Blinded by experience and ignorant to reasons of hope.
I fear only one chance for love is ever given,
And I've squandered mine.
In retrospect the only thing that ended it,
Was my inability to commit.
Plain and simple.
No other damnable factors are at fault.
For fear of losing it if I held it,
I never reached at all.
Surely I could have tried,
My heart is pained to know I didn't.
So here I am, unsatisfied and miles away... but,
Something is missing from me,
And I know not what.