And just for thought...
I could go there a thousand times and you would still never be there.
It is only your memory that remains, leftover reflections in my eyes,
but I cannot stop the draw that always pulls me back to your front door.
Late at night, I drive by and see you leaning against the mailbox,
waiting for the car I no longer drive up to you.
I can hear your voice calling me out
but where I once stopped, I now keep going.
You're not real anymore, we both know that.
Sometimes the lights are on and I wonder who occupies
the corners we once hid in,
who makes love under those same flourescent lights.
I could have loved you forever and you still never would have been mine.
It is only your residue left on my heart that pinches
and I could never quite shake the energy off me.
Early in the morning, I reach for you but I only imagine
caressing your bare chest the way my fingers once graced,
the soft sighs from your sweet lips that once fell
when I curled closer to you, the way our bodies would react.
I will never understand why my soul wanders back to your memory.
At the end of the day, I'm just a girl who has been in love with writing her entire life. I am full of quirks, anxieties, fears, joys, laughter. And all I have wanted to do was give the world a smile.