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
making sure you were alright,
fighting your anxiety instead of mine,
so I had to leave
& you have to wonder.