You were absent, but you still cared You brought presents, but you knew it wasn’t fair Not to ask or hear, Not to be jealous of the people who I am near I fooled myself thinking you would come back, hold me tight and whisper in my ear But we exhausted our chances Exhausted our dreams Nothing of our future that we spoke about would ever be No more picnics on the beach No more loving poems, no more They will never bleed Not for you anyway Not for someone along the way