I rehearse the words
I want to say to you
over and over again in my head.
Tonight I should be sleeping,
but I have to think this through;
I have to get this right.
I’m pretty certain I’m just another
face to you, or, that’s what I’m becoming.
But you were never just another face.
And you will never be just another face.
Nor will you become a distant memory;
I will always carry you close to my heart
even though I’m pretty sure
I never got close to yours.