Maybe you'll wonder about me;

     if my laughter sings the same way,

     if I can still pull you tight inside,

if I changed my style

    or who I sleep beside. 

Maybe I'm in a place 

     where you can't reach me

     physically or mentally.

I'm a dream from the past, 

feelings that ask to come back, 

     like the fire in our eyes 

that makes the cold easier to face. 

But it was always me holding you;

      your back to my embrace, 

always my ear to your chest 

      listening inside,

making sure you were alright,

fighting your anxiety instead of mine,

      so I had to leave 

& you have to wonder.