I worked to give us a life
better than our parents.
I never thought I’d
lose you in the process.
I was hanging by a thread,
thinking I’m alone,
never letting you in
or close enough to break my fall.
Sorry, I couldn’t give you all of me,
I was trying to build you a home.
Blinded by ambition,
I couldn’t see that it was in you.
I spent years regretting the minutes I gave away
and growing old without your warmth.
I was too young and proud
to come back into your life,
but I’m old enough to know now
that pride won’t keep me warm at night.
Tell me, is it too late to come back
with flowers and a wishful heart?
Will you recognize me with all the lines
time drew around my longing eyes?
Will you welcome me into your arms
or hold the hurt of my absence against me?
I don’t have much to give you now,
but my heart’s no longer behind bars.
I never knew my way around words;
I held myself back from loving,
but I learned to speak through the years
because losing you was my defeat.
I can tell you now, my love,
if I’m allowed to call you that –
I miss your tenderness,
your sweet smile,
your kind heart,
and beautiful eyes.
I spend my days living in the past
cause I remember you’d hold me
even when I’d leave you behind.
You taught me tenderness,
how to smile and be kind.
You showed me the world
through your beautiful eyes.
I’m standing behind your door,
with my eyes closed,
hoping you still live here.
I’m praying to all the Gods
that no one stole your heart
after all these years.