Is it too late?
I realized I loved you when you weren't here —
Glad that I realized, but never free
Of the regret that I never let you know,
Never made my love a certainty.
I was merely a ship to your heart,
Passing, unnoticed, drifting apart —
I wish I'd been the traveler all along,
Walking your journey, not watching from afar.
When the nights grow cold,
Do you miss me the way I miss you?
Do you hope I was still by your side,
Or has that hope grown cold too?
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