The Echoes of Lost Love

You could be busy all day, all night. Running around the corners like you just don't care.

Surrounded by people you call your own but they just aren't quite yet there. And you could be all taken up with work as hard as you could possibly go, getting back to your house so tired that your limbs fall off and your eyes shut close on that couch you call home. You could wake up every morning, forgetting your breakfast and phone and keys and that heart you left on your sleeve, bruised, back at the kitchen counter.

But one night, one very cold lonely night when you return drenched in rain and drunk like it's the last day of your life, but you aren't as tired as every other day, you would want someone to bring you coffee in your bed, call you "baby" with a kiss on your head. You'd want to cuddle with that someone and wake while she's still half asleep in your arms, caress her hair and kiss her pale cheeks before you slip out of the comfort of her arms and walk out the door, in peace, you have someone waiting back on that very couch with earphones strangling her when she fell asleep waiting for you to return home.

Maybe that one lonely night, you'd want me to be there. On that bed. In those arms. On that couch.

And I'd be long gone ~ still in love but gone, because you never loved me enough when I was around.