Something I hear whispers in the dark.
Could it really be you or am I just imagining it?
It canít be you; youíre not the one I hear.
You left me all that time ago.
Hugged me, said two words and let me go.
Those two words hit me, hit me where it hurts.
Iím sorry never sounded so cruel and so full of pain at the same time.
As if you did not want to let go, but had to.
Something in you told you it wasnít right,
To stick it through to the end and not stop now.
You drowned that out and decided to leave.
We havenít spoken since.
Could we, please?
There are so many things I want to tell you.
You said that I would hate you.
This is something that I cannot do,
Not after the things that weíve been through.
I just hope that youíll remember me.
That youíll keep a part of me in your heart.
My worst fear has been realized.
Maybe it wouldnít have if I wasnít so scared of it.