I felt things,
but I didn't want to look weak in front of you.
I didn't ever tell you,
but I thought you'd just know.

I felt things.
I felt like I was at home.
I felt like all of the places I'd gone
led me here.
Here. Or I mean there.

The breeze was indecisive.
The mosquitoes were ever present.
There were people, as always, watching.
Watching, waiting. Ready and alert.
But we didn't care.

The world could wait.

In those moments,
I knew that our hearts were made of the same.
The same emptiness.
The same hopeless hopefulness.
The same visions of the future.
But also the same tangled knot.

The knot.
The knot that couldn't be untied.

The world could wait.

Our hands weren't meant to hold each others.
We held them anyway.
This feeling was an accident,
but it seemed impossible not to try it.

The world could wait.

I knew by the way you hugged me,
you wished for the same miracle I did.
The miracle that this might accidentally work.

Do you ever accidentally remember when:
The seats were back.
We were nervous and we knew the truth.
But we accidentally held each other anyway.

I tried to tell you
what had happened to me,
why I was scared.
You didn't notice, so I thought that

The world could wait.

You felt like home. You said something.
I couldn't hear over the sound
of both of our hearts.
I didn't want to ask.

The world could wait.

You probably didn't notice
the day I fell in love with you.
I never could tell you.
But I thought it could wait.

After all, we had the rest of our lives.
Except, you forgot to call.
You forgot to remember.
My days weren't your days anymore.
It was okay.

The world couldn't always wait.

We still had the same.
Your smile was still mine.
Our future was still ours.
But your time wasn't mine.

Could the world wait?

I wasn't worried.
We were stronger than that.
The days were a little bit longer, though.

Until one day, I felt a few strings
being torn from the knot.
But it wasn't from my heart.
What happened to hopelessly hopeful?

The world didn't wait.

My heart is still somewhere back there.
It may be lost in the park
or in the passenger seat next to you.
Yours is somewhere I can't reach.

I still feel things.
I'm still feeling the breeze.
I'm still annoyed by the mosquitoes.
I'm still waiting for you.