Though you may squint,
And look and see,
And maybe catch a glimpse perhaps

In remembering your past,
In looking up most lovingly

That was the past,
And you're no longer that

And now, this present sight,
Is me

This feeling isn't my own perhaps
But imparted to me in part by you
The way the words just wouldn't last
The foiled hours which ran me through

I walked and spoke
You sat and sang
To each our own in tune and life

And yet the feeling permeates
And makes me sip another drip

To share like that another life

I could have said a million things
in a million different ways.
All of which would have made you stay
a million more days.
But when the time came,
I thought about the future,
and I could never say with confidence
that my feelings would stay the same.
In the end, I couldn't let my fears
break my heart or yours.
Not when there's a million other doors
to open and explore.

Speak me a sound
  Not so that I can hear
  Or so that you can seem
  To be more interested in me
But speak to my heart
  And appeal to my mind
  And ask questions of my eyes
So that maybe we both could believe
That one day neither of us could be alone