I sat on the fence.
The end of the line.
Loving every inch of your soul.
From the distance you waved.
And for a fraction of a moment
I really thought you saw me.
An eternity passed before me the first time our eyes met
Yet still
You’re over there longing for something that will never be me.
You don’t know me
You don’t feel me
You don’t see me at all.
I watched as all your moments crumbled.
I cried when your heart was broken.
I begged god and his angels when I saw you falling crash landing into oblivion.  
But I do not dream of you on warm summer nights.
In fact I don’t ever dream at all anymore.
Dreams are for those who wander aimlessly through corridors and walk through doors that hold hope on the other side .
On the other side of my door I find angels and demons playing poker at my expense and I catch you from the corner of my mind laughing.
I choose to leave you there knowing my soul will burn for less than this.