Good and bad,
I enjoyed the hell out of you.
The grit we shared;
The tough bits that shored our hearts
From movement to higher planes;
Those in-betweens were mine,
And yours. We felt supreme.
My pride,
For the love you bade
Aided in my overconfident crash
Into the reality of this living
Aftermath.

In the end, what's become and
What is, the symbiosis of distance;
Well, let's face it: I never let it go.
Dead to rights, I guess I don't know
How to not fight for some way,
Some thing to make you keep me
In a place for me alone for you.
A perpetual reservation of your heart.

Too much to ask, I know.
With low lit nights as these and
A faint hum of passive traffic
Come and gone, I know the truth.
But another year's gone by;
So many less than when I had you.