blue, red, black, and grey

april.10.2002

The years have passed and I admit,
that they've been good to me.
The days don't drag like they once did,
and pain's not all I see.

I often go along,
and you don't cross my mind.
I try to think of now,
and leave that past behind.

But sometimes on those days,
that I turn and see your face.
I go back to that life,
that you took and left no trace.

I look away because,
it's still too much to bare.
after all this time,
I still long for your care.

But the same is true today,
as it was so long before.
I wasn't good enough,
and it burned me to the core.

I'll never really know,
why I write to you.
You'll never read a word,
but it's all I know to do.