I stumbled my way through the years. Lost without you. I wonder now if you could feel it too?
I had cut you from my life with blunt, childish scissors. Attempted to repair the tear with false confidence and ever failing dreams. We were too young. Another time, another place.
But time came and went and places passed us by. Alone again (or often not) I would catch myself wishing for you by my side. Finding your face and your voice and your touch absent when I needed them most. Finding that void.
Too proud. Too fearful. Too ashamed. There could only ever be one second chance.
But time had patience and worked in its way. Places have pulled us apart again and again and again.
And all that time finding it hard we let that happen.