Sometimes the words come and sometimes they don't.
Sometimes I can't see my path for the smoke.
There are times I wish that you could really see me;
There are moments when I know that just can't be,
That I would give everything if only you could touch my soul.

There are marks on my heart where you used to touch me,
Where the breath of your life against me could set it free.
Yet, over the years, we have grown distant and cold,
The love we once felt is still there, but it is now old
And has fled so much further that we can either see.

The one thing that I can't feel, surprisingly, is regret,
For I could never regret what your touch in my life has meant.
I would still die for the chance to discover you,
To love, to hold, to touch, to breathe, and make love to you.
I feel this keenly now, as I have since first we met.

…and yet…

I know that it is over before it ever begun.
To love me now would only be because you run
From a life that is merely the greater pain.
Although it hurts me so to watch you thrash about in the rain,
I am resigned only to watch, to wait beside you for the sun.

Should you ever need me, for anything, know that I'll be there,
But I can not stand still and wait for you, I'm at least aware
That is the last thing that you want and not what you need.
This one last time, I beg of you listen as I plead,
Please call upon me when you need a friend and I'll come to you --          anywhere.

I love you with all of my heart, but I have, finally, let you go.

e-mail me at cyrissia@hotmail.com