I wish I'd known we'd wind up letting go,
I would've saved myself one more heartbreak;
Why would you think I'd like the same mistake?
I told you I despise the dance with woe:
I sit behind a shady screen,
Scouting life in a still state:
In hope to see what is unseen,
Or glimpse hope or contemplate.
I held you then I blinked, and you were gone,
I wish I've held on to you much more strong,
Perhaps I've closed my eyes for far too long;
Who would have thought some dreams could die anon? —
I daily drink or smoke myself to sleep;
I cannot stop the thoughts of you and I:
The time when we've fell way; oh, way too deep,
The time when we should not have said goodbye!
I had a dream:
I swam upstream—
The current got the best of me!