Desperation in the Library

Sat in the library,
the day was grey;
in retrospect,
I hold no significance
of that day two years later.
So much has changed,
so much was resolved,
and so much was uncovered.
But music reminds me
of that grey day,
sat in the library
reading up on neuronal synapses
and eating disorders; I gasp
and the breath dies again
in the empty room
of which I know reside,
miles away from that library
in which the past now haunts;
never again to remember
or repeat or relive; but yet,
the emptiness leaves
a void of desperation
which remains unfilled in the heart
and so it stays, exposed
and vulnerable, calling
for love which is
nowhere to be seen.