Look at your life,

Through only photographs,

Can’t see the present,

Only the past.

Why weren’t we honest?

So long ago,

To scared to tell the truth,

For what we might know.

I dreamed a dance,

In my sleep last night,

But I don’t know if I’ll get a chance,

To move that way in any light.

Have we moved past the point,

Where we could actually be.

Together seems a long way off,

Close is a thing, sometimes you seem to me.

My time broken seal,

Leaking feelings to the world,

I wonder if you know what I feel,

The extent of my heart.

The confessional in which I sit,

Hasn’t heard it all yet,

Normal, I don’t think,

Is going to be easy from now on.