and i can almost hear your thoughts
spilling out from under the subconscious we hide in
telling me you would have made me smile a little
more than usual if i had just let you try
willing me to find someone else that would
take the time to try and try and try
while i pushed and pulled you close and far away from me
watching the motion like some sort of play that you can't
figure out but it stays with you, that play
leaves an imprint, an impression
and you find yourself trying (desperately) to explain
the words and the pain and the loss as well as the gain
to someone who resembles you on the inside
but is unrecognizable to you on the outside
who can't understand because they have no reason to
but will try anyway no matter what the consequences
to share something you find important
with you
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