Been thinking too much again.
You feel close.
I want to lean back,
Wrap my hands around a love
I've always dreamed about.
It never quite happened, did it?
I am a creature of my own past,
Looking behind me in the mirror.
Your absence and silence speaks volumes.
I feel I have no choice
But to leave this idea behind.
A lonely schizophrenic state I'm in,
Seeing you in my sleep.
I still sit at night and wait.