You haven't visited of late. Not once.
You use to appear so unexpectedly and catch me by surprise, awaking with a flush of hot paralysis and then sinking into the abyss of reality.
Your there and I'm here
I'm stuck and your free,
while I linger within my clustered mind hoping that you'd find me and hold me in your gaze.
No matter how absurd the image may be, its the feeling of a possibility and chance that could never be but could have been, had I been with you.
I wish you could see me tonight and assure me that I was right.
You felt the hunger within me and the light that beamed when you were of reach,
but both of us were unsure of ourselves and our wisdom.
Well now I say to you, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry for being safe and scared and young.
Whatever I did do that made you think that we could be, it'll always be, because you were mine and I was yours. Until our end.