I wanted to reach over and take your hand,
To hold it again as I drove,
Not really noticing where I am going again,
I wanted everything to be ok again,
I wanted to be able to look at you,
See into your eyes,
And see more then my reflection,
I needed to see you smile,
But I didn't know how to reach out,
Take your hand into mine again,
Break this cycle of bitterness,
Of lies,
And get back to what and who,
We are,
Not what we were,
It is gone,
But I believe that the here and now should still work,
We listened once,
Comforted each other,
Not because of any plan,
Or scheme of the other,
We found each other,
Because we weren't looking,
We didn't know what we had missed,
What the world offered through the eyes of the other,
We couldn't have known.

And now,
Both of our eyes are closed,

And we dream of the past,
As it turns into a nightmare.

Unwilling at most times to see what it was we first saw in the other,
That part that at least I believe,
Hasn't changed,
And cannot die.