There was more…
…in what you didn’t say than in all of what you did say. And it is what you didn’t say that has crumbled me to my knees. It is everything that makes me weak and makes me stare out into the clouds, wishing I could be there.
It’s so that I will never have to see you again.
But I want to see you, more badly than I’ve wanted to see anything. I’ll miss your fleeting eyes and crooked smile. They’re what brought me to you. They’re the things that make this hard.
And I don’t know how I ever built you up the way I did.
Well, I don’t know how I broke you down, either.
I am even more unsure of how quickly I built you up again.
Still, I never knew you. As high as I put you, I barely knew your name, and I could never say it without redness in my cheeks. And so it seems I’ve dreamt the way children do, carelessly with such passion. Now, as children do, I’ll learn, quickly and painfully.
I never knew you. You’re not mine to know, how quickly I’ve learned…
