Every day since you left, I long to see your face.
I try to be strong for you, in this lonely place.
The sun goes down. I lay in bed as the walls close in.
There is no crown. It’s been so long since I’ve felt a win.
Is it too early to ask if I can see you again?
Is it too much to just ask when?
I recoil and bite my tongue.
I wish to breathe you in like the air in my lungs.
I sneak out to glimpse the stars in the night sky.
I struggle to breathe as I can only face the question;
why?
I am a fool and I know the answers all too well.
But I play it cool and continue to simmer in my self-made hell.
Can I see you again?
Tell me:
where is the one I wished to call more than a friend?
I tried too hard and found myself riding down the wrong lane.
I’ve driven too far and I’ve nearly gone insane.
The hours have passed. The sun begins to rise again.
How long can I really last?
Tell me how you are, please, tell me how you’ve been.
The silence has won and gotten to me.
The vision I once had is gone. The horizon I can no longer see.
All that’s left are the simple repeating questions;
can I see you again?
Is it too early to ask when?