It's nice to see you again,
You've grown into yourself.
Can you say the same for me?
It's been to long since you've been here,
If you would've stuck around
You'd have seen all that you mean to me.
It was the right place, but never the right time.
Take my hand, take my side.
Take the doubt fresh out of my mind.
Remind me why I fell for you.
I wrote down the words you whispered,
Calligraphy scripted onto paper scraps.
But the papers slipped through my fingers,
Precious phrases slipping away.
I listened to the static of the phone,
Hearing your breathing slow
And the gradual intake of air
As you plan your next words.
It's almost novel,
Almost refreshing.
I've shown you mere hints,
Of what you could mean to me.
It's your turn to make the move.
Soccer has started up again, and I'm upset to find that I'm no longer a starter. I do remain on the Sophomore team for the second year in a row. I guess I'll have to step up my game if I plan to try out for Varsity next year.
