We Wish That I Was Wrong.

I haven't wished that I was wrong,
in so long.
But it's what I hope for at night,
when I close my eyes tight,
to try and get the last tear out.

Open wide, to a vast, empty space,
and centered is your face,
staring back at me;
crying back to me.

And even though you're so far away,
and haven't been near me in days,
when I close my eyes,
I see your figure close by,
outlined from the light of your monitor,
and every time, it darkens a little more.

And even though you're so far away,
and haven't been near me in days,
every time that it comes on,
I can hear you sing that song;
whispering it into my ear;
whispering it, so only I can hear.

I look around to see something new,
but all I can see is you.

Remember that day?
Remember the way?

All the torment and the pain,
leaks through, once again,
in a fit of memories
that surround me, unforgivingly.

I haven't wished that I was wrong,
in so damn long.
And now that I do,
I wish that it wasn't over you.
I wish I never fell in love with you.

Sarah Gammon ©
16/11/06

This is a mix of what I think/feel, and what I think someone else is thinking/feeling.
It sounded neat when I wrote it, at least.
Thanks for reading -xxx-.