I could dream of you forever,
But it wouldn't put me beside you.

I could call your name on end,
But you'll never hear me.

I could ask a million questions,
But I'll never get the answer I want.

I could write a hundred poems,
But you would still never understand.

I could have said it before it was time to leave,
But I said it in a little note.

I could try to forget what I feel,
But I've pushed too much out already.

I could lie to myself,
But lying exhausts the soul.

I could give up on you,
But too much of me still loves you.