Once More, With Feeling

I shed my first tear,
In what I fear
                To be over a year,
Or so it would appear.

I sit self-doubting,
Ceaselessly pouting;
Inner voice shouting
For me to stop louting.

Hasn’t it gone so fast?
Thought it’d last.
A shame the dye of the past
        Had to be caste.

Doesn’t feel all too real,
           Will I be able to deal
                  With the void I feel?
      Of course, time’s touch will heal.

My mind, I can sense, is reeling,
            While my heart is peeling.
I wish to that thing past the ceiling
To have it all once more with feeling.