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.