Reaching For Air

Talking To You Is Like Reaching For Air Its not neglect its, need. You feel you need to catch up on us, remind me why I love you, why you love me. We play catch up every four weeks you remind me of a time forgotten. We daydream of a time that could be or could have been I love you! You love… I… I'm tired. I don't hear from you any more, did you notice, I cared more than I let on. Its been so long I forgot your voice did you realize, I made you my hope or did you outgrow me. Was this just until you got the courage to stand alone? Because I always seem to be the one left to be alone. I wanted to forget how good you made me feel but every time you comes around I can't hide. I think it's time I say goodbye to you. I reached out exposed myself beyond forgetting. You took it and did I don't know what. I honestly can't feel this being more than mechanic. All of the cogs turning into place ticking and clicking, automatic, I honestly can't embrace this. This has been over so long. Where are the people that mattered? They are all out mattering to someone else. Every time I talk to you its like I'm gasping for a dream, air.