I Never Really Left

Someday, you'll know that I never really left; I will always be your guarding angel, but maybe I don't deserve to be called an angel. Forever just a star to light the darkest days and the murky twilight; only to fade into my own world when your sun shines again.

That is what I was, and what I don't want to be.

You often tell me I'm not wanted. I always wondered if you meant it; or perhaps you meant the opposite? Perhaps it's your idea of a joke. I'm ok with that. And yet, when I say it's fine that way, you'll not let go, and drown me even more.

Unconsciously I wonder about the future; what life would be like with you. Everything I see is beautiful, except that they are merely thoughts, idealisms, immaterial fantasies. When reality strikes me, you would shed tears should you see my pathetic sorrow.

I'll be gone soon. Then maybe you'll move on with your life like we never met; or maybe you'll seek the things only we had, and perhaps crave my company. Maybe you'd cry for me someday, and I would cry with you. Maybe you won't, but I'd still cry too.

Someday.
Just maybe you'll miss me like you said you will.
Maybe you won't, just like you said as well.
I'll be around.
I'll be waiting.

Someday.
Maybe I'll move on.
Maybe I'll see my rising sun.
I'll still be around.
Won't keep you waiting.

Someday.
You'll know.
And perhaps,
We will be forever more.