Cherished your late night phone calls making sure i was sleeping at night.

Grateful for your raw confessions caring for a girl who fears unfamiliar sights.

A natural connection, but another kinda mood.

A sense of affection.
He was breaking his own rules.

The one who held my hand as we ran from the ghosts of my past.
The one who watered my petals worn out from my barren habitat.

I sit at my table waiting for him to come back.
But the candle's burnt out, so the room turns dark & black.

Cherished your imitations of odd behavior to trigger a laugh.

Grateful for your endless patience caring for a gal who can't walk her own damn path.

A surge of emotions eventually I will rue.

But I know for certain that he was puzzled too.

The one who held down the surface as I tried to climb on the stand.
The one who sat through my stories of horror to get me to relax.

I sit at our doorstep waiting for him to come back, but the flames are gone, so my heart turns dark & black.

Call me 5 years down the line. Is your lover treating you right?

I've got nothing to offer, so this is my goodbye.