regret

angry and half in love with you

and tremendously sorry

i turned away

did you forget everything

i’ll always remember

i don’t know what’s more tragic

that i keep looking for you

wherever i go

or that you’re never there

in my head it’s still december

and it’s not too late

i belonged to you in a way you haven’t to me

maybe i should have wanted less

you will find me when you return

even if you’re a thousand years late

you are my home, don’t you understand?

wish i could tell you by now

that i felt more indifferent