april 24, 2014

sometimes
in the dead of the night
i can remember when i told you i was moving.
the shake in your voice,
the sad desperation,
"oh. where?"
"just a couple miles away"

i remember things falling apart then.
and how they're still not together.
and likely never will be.

i remember you calling me
and telling me about new york.
but i never got the chance to tell you.
i still haven't.
did you even know i went?

i wanna go back to new york.
with you. 
but it's so far
and you're so far
everything is so

far.

but what's close is what matters,
right?
you're not here though. 
and you matter to me.
maybe you don't.
maybe you shouldn't. 
maybe you're just in my head because
i cant let go of you.
could i ever?
would i ever?



will i ever?