I wish that I could talk to you
and find out how you feel.
I wish I could get
the answers I need
so I can finally heal.

But if you have nothing
you want to say to me,
if you're uncomfortable
with confronting it,
I'll just agree to disagree.

I'll accept the fact
that you've already let go,
and I'll loosen my grip,
I'll turn away.
I won't let my feelings show.

I wish we could go back,
to somehow escape the pain.
I know that if I did it over,
I wouldn't let this
happen again.

I'm pretty sure I've already lost you.
I'm fairly certain you've already gone.
I know at this point
you won't come back,
you've been away for too long.

I took you for granted,
an obvious mistake.
I thought I could
fix it,
as I watched it all break.

Still, if there was some way,
that we could be given a second try,
I know I could get this one right.
I won't slip up.
I won't let it pass by.

But that's not going to happen.
You're too smart for that.
You know I'm bad for you -
a poison,
a venomous rat.

A second chance at this point,
would be too much to ask.
But I have other questions,
and even answers to just those,
would make me relax.

Please respond to me,
just only once more,
and give me the answers
I so desperately
search for.