Oh, if he could love me back.

My desire to be near to you is always clearest when we're about to leave. 

I forget how you have carried me through time in your cloud.

And as we descend there comes 

the realization that I won't see you again

for who knows how long.

(Because really, I don't have a reason to.)

The mastered melody of how you speak to me will dissipate.   

And I won't be seen in the way you see me- clearly, poignantly. 

I will forget that you are magic and how you remind me that I am too.

That you are the kind of man who fills me up with value in a single glance. 

So I will conveniently forget the feeling

I will lose the glow

I will forget until tomorrow 

And the tomorrow after that

And the next time I see you

Whenever that may be

You will look the same 

All the same 

But 

A metal band 

On your left hand

Will remind me

Just how far away you are.