Time Means Nothing To The Lost

I don't quite know how I got here... In fact, I don't know much of anything anymore. The one thing I know, the one thought I have is, "It's all my fault. I lost him."
You see, I made a stupid mistake and messed the whole thing up. It was all. My. Fault. And I still love him. I can't help it...
Then there are my dreams. Don't even get me started on my dreams. Well, nightmares would probably be a better word for them. I have two that occur almost nightly.
In one, I'm wandering through a maze and there are voices from every direction telling me, "It's YOUR fault" and, "YOU let it all die." I run and run but I can't escape.
In the other, I'm trying to catch him. He's right in front of me. That face that I've memorized. His dark brown hair, his molten chocolate eyes, that smile that makes me melt. All just tantalizingly out of reach. Then, he's gone and I'm alone in the dark.
Now I'll stay here, waiting. Waiting for someone to come along and fix this broken heart. For someone to find my wandering soul. I'll wait forever if I have to because time... Time Means Nothing to the Lost.