A hand that caresses my face

With long fingers full of grace

And makes me think your hurt is erased

Even though it’s not.

 

A cascade of words that fall to the ground

Repelled by your cold gaze and piling up in a mound

But I still think I’m strong enough to make a sound

Even though I’m not.

 

A laugh that tickles my ear

Sends a chill down my spine when I hear

For it makes me think that you are near

Even though you’re not.

 

All the things I wish I could say

To turn back time and find a new way

To make me think that we’re okay

Even though we’re not.