The waltz of our lips is what I miss most
The intimacy of each step, dip, and twirl
I'd lie if I said I didn't feel empty-handed
Without your waist within my grasp
And I promised I'd be honest, so here I lay
Reminiscing our incomparable love
Selfishly wanting you by my side
Instead of learning to love a me that's without you because the only me I want is the me I am with you
Yes I'm aware that's unavailable, the reasoning's tried and well-justified
So I'm back to square one
Missing you molding into my body when we held each other, falling into unconsciousness
And your hands perfectly fitting mine
Knowing that those hands are no longer mine to hold
Such truths are devastating, but what more can I do than accept what I cannot change?








