thoughts that turn to words

if i were the writer of our love story

in a couple of months you would come back to me

you would say i want you

and i would say why hello

i left the door wide open for you

but the rules changed

ive changed 

im sure you have to

but i still want you

i still find myself staring off into the distance saying

i miss you

Life without you isn’t as fun.

I knew this would happen.

That my anger with you would subside, and turn into longing.

I’ve been laying down a lot.

I wish I was laying beside you.

Nestled up.

I miss that.

something about moments unlived

something about sights not seen

something about sounds not heard

that is what keeps me going

that there is more

through the suck and muck of a day

hand in had in france

that was my dream

seeing the world with you by my side

i saw it all right before me

we would go on spontaneous adventures

always seeking the next thrill

i was ready for that

you were not

i want you to say you want me

and

i want to look you in the eye

and say i don’t want you anymore

and i want to believe i could not only say that