(Verse 1)
Although right now this means nothing,
all I can offer is an apology
so pardon me for the tears that shed.
I kept us hidden cause I wasn’t ****.
Our world was filled with secrets
that I feared others could never accept.
I eradicated all of the intimate pics you’ve ever sent
All I have are mental mementos.
The memories are only gone when I’m faded.
It helps not to remember because
I’m haunted by “we almost made it”.
I dare not remember the sweetest kiss I’ve ever been graced with
or let the next one even remotely resemble
the control that was over me.
You’re not the one I thought you’d be.
Truthfully, I wish you were here,
so I keep you in my poetry to feel you near.

(Interlude)
I write and write but there’s always something missing.

(Verse 2)
I miss,
sitting on top of the world and being understood.
I miss,
the gaze into my eyes so I could focus on yours.
I miss,
the day's love songs would resonate a bit more.
I miss,
our dope conversations and the breaks I‘d take just to get my fix.
Now my walks home are quiet and my playlist just doesn’t sound the same.

(Outro)
I write and write because there’s always something missing.
I know that I talked your ear off
…I just hope you listened.