I wish I could meet you again.
Sometime back when we were four years old and things didn't seem so hard.
Back when your attention wasn't something I had to plead for.
I wish that some way, somehow, I could touch your hands again.
Entwine my fingers in your hair and speak love onto your lips.
I don't think you understood the significance of our embrace.
The perception of love we shared four years ago was endless
and now its a darkened void that was never there.
I don't know how to feel about the situation we are in right now and I don't understand where God is taking this
But I do know that I have never loved anyone the way that I love you
Shouldn't that be enough?