Think, Thought, Thought

I was just wondering,
If there would be, by any chance, a possibility for the two of us.
Sitting on my couch, just thinking about how we used to be, how we’re not anymore, and how we could be again.
But it was only a thought, some melancholic thinking.

And there you were.
Upset and insecure, already planning to leave before you even arrived.
But I asked you to come in.
You said everything that hurt you, that happened that day.
How you couldn’t stop thinking about the little girl that passed away.
And you came to me, and you cried in front of me.
Your eyes begging me to speak.
But I didn’t, because there was no need.
So I walked up to you and kissed your dry lips.
That was all I could do, and you calmed down.
Your tears dried against my cheeks, and you stayed.

I thought about it, how it would feel to be with you again.
Just a thought.
But it became our reality.
And it still is.