We never realize
how much someone
means to us
until we meet them after we've lost them.
That's how it is,
and that's how it will always be.
We haven't met yet.
Not after what happened.
So here I stay.
Waiting, waiting, waiting.
Still stuck in July.
Listening to all our,
Bon Jovi sound tracks.
Sipping week old coffee,
and wondering.
What would have happened to us,
if things hadn't gone wrong.
In our little white cabin.
Calling for you.
Begging you to listen.
Day and night.
So tell me love,
can you hear me?