You may not believe this,
but I'm thinking of you,
as rain pours down,
on this humid summer night,
my skin feels damp and hot,
and the feeling reminds me of hot summer nights,
not so long ago,
riding bikes under stars,
looking for ghosts in the vineyards and fields,
counting stones in country walls,
wondering who built them and how long ago,
tracing angels and epitachs in moonlit cemetaries,
skipping rocks on pools named Diana,
walking to the end of the road,
our road,
holding hands meant so much,
damp and dreaming,
still wet behind the ears,
amazed by breaks in the clouds,
that let us see the moon,
laying on blankets, in a field covered in dew,
waiting for the sun to eclipse the moon

Alone

When you stopped loving me I started pretending,
Oh and I was a good actress!
I convinced myself that you still loved me,
that this was a phase you were going through,
that all I had to do was be patient,
that if I just waited you would tell me what you needed,
but you couldn't tell me...you probably didn't know,
I know that you didn't know that I would do anything to give it to you,
I forgot to tell you how I felt, I didn't tell you that I still loved you,
I wanted you to only feel responsible for yourself,
I wanted you to be with me again,
but when you were ready,
and I never told you, loudly, directly enough,
I asked to be near you, I offered my shoulder,
I was available for you, but I didn't assert myself,
You didn't know how much I would be there for you,
You didn't know how much I ached for you,
I should have told you how much it meant to see you smile at me,
I let you go by accident and now I am the one alone.