Ashes Ashes...

Excuse me miss,
Do you think you could come around?
A pleasant visit, cordial at least,
But this solid, yellow line has grown vague to my eyes,
So do I dare hope for more?
Is there a chance for rebirth?
In the presence of such a precious obscurity,
I don't even know how to feel deserving.
Maybe you should know that you've already chummed the waters.
Will the same resolve that sewed you up keep you from jumping in?
Would it make a difference if I promised to be a good shark this time?
In my desperation I'd resist the smell.
Because I know the obvious imbalance,
No, it isn't fair,
But at heart we're still the same.
And if only you could see them,
You'd know why I need you.

You...

Do you think you could come around?