Thinking about it makes my heart stink.
I long for a thought. Someone to think of me the way I think of you.
Will you ever realize that it's always been me.
It hurts. My soul longs for a hug.
His smile makes me scream, his laugh makes me cry, it's all I've always wanted.

How can I make him understand, that I'm standing right there.
Longing for a heart to hold.
If you open your eyes, you'll see I'm right there.

With so much behind them now, she almost never says his name.
His words, her tears, the final phone call took place almost a year ago february.

She never understood but knew she was the only one. Convinced no other way, it's true.
With time in between, the sounds of the receiving click faded.
Through others, time went by. Through themselves they grew bigger.
He and she, the pair separately healed.


And now, separate still,
My dear,
There will always be a spot in my heart.

The branches seemed to crawl up forever.
Hidden in a collage of leaves were millions of thoughts lay to sleep.
There they were sent to spend the winter. Or, the years.

The child who wished for a pony, the teen for a lover, and one for the one who is no longer here.
Tided together we live our lives, touching the ones who fill our hearts, walking by those we don't know by name.

Have you ever thought about that day? That moment? Will I ever meet you? Will you ever find the one?
There they lie gathered together, until you call to them again.
Hidden in the fall, by a coat of orange leaves.