My thoughts have become an amalgamation of all the things he is made of,
I'm not sure when this happened,
But he has somehow marked every inch of my life,
and I was too lost in his maze to notice,
It's virtually imperceptible...,
I don't wake up from this daydream until it's too late,
Because of the way my mind steadily slips from this world's reality to his,
Even then, a part of me wishes I had stayed in bed,
Even when he isn't around, I have these nostalgic feelings.
As if the bittersweetness of it all is too much for the present to bear,
I attempt to stay with it for a while,
To accept what the moment has to offer and not beg for more,
...I have yet to succeed,
If I had any power at all,
I would have made a path out of nothing to get to him;
If I had any power at all,
I would have told him that all my secrets were only for him to know;
If I had any power at all,
I would have told him that I saw the stars in the fog that night and tried to trace their edges to make out his face;
If I had any power at all,
I would have told him that I saw the stars in the fog that night,
I tried to trace,
I would have told him,
His cuts look a little like mine,
He feels a little like home,
But the sky became my screen and showed me all his imperfections.