If I told you I love you
Would it change it all?
Am I so wrong to want to make it work?
Am I fighting for a lost cause?
Your tears shouldn’t be falling,
I should be there to wipe them away.
So sick of the distance, the absence,
Hearing your voice through the answering machine.
I’m so lost without your hands to guide me.
My hands are so cold,
They need to be wrapped with yours.
I’m beating myself up over this,
My heart is so bruised
You are healing all the while.
What if I loved you?
Would it bring us back?
Or would it make it worse?
Tell me the truth
Written in 2008, at the end of my first engagement.
(C) Tabatha Goughneour