tell me:

tell me,
that i was the one
who got away,
that you think of me
everyday,
that you wish things hadn’t
gone astray.
tell me…

tell me,
in hushed tones,
in soft whispers,
with bated breath
and silken caresses.
tell me…

tell me,
that you wish it had
turned out different,
that you had hoped we could
make it different.
tell me that you want it
to be different,
so i can tell you
i like it just as it is.