sitting here, pondering the idea of there still being a trace of me at your place, wondering if there is something tangible holding me to you, connecting our hearts and souls-
There has to be something, I will not believe otherwise
A year and I can still smell earthy cologne embedded into the fabric of your favorite hoodie
I still hear you saying my name
I picture myself making that turn onto your street and I still see your face and imagine your lips pressed against mine,
So please, don't say that whats done is done.
You have to see the signs so blatantly thrown at us

There must be a reason for the love still running electric, for the passion being plainly visible.
Otherwise, you wouldn't be there.. locked in my heart with the key molded to your hand-
I asked the winds to carry a message to you in hopes that you'll coincidentally be out by the bay where we took a fall, reminiscing about that day and how it felt right to be with one another.
Longing that the waters bring you home to my heavy heart
    We could start anew and fix the holes that let life in. We could fix it all knowing what we know. Having growth to thank for the change in our ways.