Do I ever cross your mind
Inside, do i make you cringe or smile
I’ll be the first to admit that, well, there is a hole in the pit, of my stomach
And it burns every time I see an image of that which is you
Or hear those letter which, when strung together, spell out your name
You do cross my mind
As I lie awake in cold rooms, searching for warmth
Drawing endless maps on an unforgiving ceiling
Like lines in sand pointing to what could have been
Hell, I feel trapped, as if in a well, gasping for dear life
Blinded to the path that is before me
Afraid to step forward because of what I leave behind
For to advance would mean the cutting of ties
The forgetting of yesterdays
And the reshaping of tomorrows with different hands,
Different dreams
So do I ever cross your mind as you ponder your fate
And wait for what’s next in line
As what was once ‘we’ drifts off into obscurity
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