The thing that haunts me the most

Is not what I said

Not what I destroyed

And it's not even you

The thing that haunts me the most

Are the things I never said to you

The things that I left be

And the you I never knew

It's hard to accept you're gone now

Especially because you're not really gone, are you?

You're within my reach

I could put my hand out and feel you again if I dared

But I dare not

Because it would not be the same

The windows are gone

And so are you

The door is wide open but

I'm scared

I can't go through if it leads to you

I'm not even scared of you..

I'm scared of it blowing up again

It's childish, naïve, juvenile

That's what makes me want it

Because that's what we always were..

That's what we were..
.."were"