Standing in the station,
people whining cause of delays,
Second person that day
who had jumped
in front of a train
on your tube line
and I remember
almost crying
as I thought
what if it was you
laying there dying?
I wouldn't even know.
And there's no denying
that not knowing
is what kills me daily.
Not knowing
if I really knew you,
not knowing
if what we had
was true,
not knowing
if it's my heart
or ego bruised,
I'm so confused.

But I know you were too.

I hope that
beautiful mind
gives you some rest
and that asthma
allows you
to breath easy,
you find your
happiness
with or without me,
that you did
the right thing
and for that
you shouldn't
feel guilty.
That I'll care for you
to the end of time
and one day soon
  if you give me
the opportunity
i'll say this all
to you personally.