If I could tell,
if this ever had
made
much sense.
Or had any
Forethought.
I would of never,
ever, of let you
known.
I wouldn't of even of
told myself.
But I know, I've known, actually.
For quite a while.
For every psalm leads to this.
I know the score,
I know your friends. And
you do know me, much more so.
Than a hole in the wall.
And I believe I've felt a few
traces of your idea.
But I will never, ever tell you.
not even right now.
I miss you from a far, with a far away stance
of three feet.
Or two thousand
five hundred
miles.
But I'll never, ever tell.
