1:48AM
1/18/06

You used to say you had nothing to say
So now, every precious word is a testament to us
piecing things back together,
sharing something I'd thought long gone.

a sea of troubles and I was your redeemer
or at least your confidant
someone so far removed, just looking to hold onto

You live your life with intent to change,
surrounded by people who give you a second chance
a third, a fourth.
I must be one of those, to have not left you behind
but I won't ask for another...

I am just seeking the serenity it demands
to be so close to you and yet never have a chance