What hurts most

How can I say, when you’re so far away

the things I want you to hear, my dear

how I miss you so, don’t you know

every day a thought is spent on you

it is all I have, all I can do

I know you think of me too

though your love is spread

on all kinds of tasty bread

there are no repeats for what we had

it was all good, and sometimes bad

and all men lie, and I realize

it doesn’t matter, it’s normal, not wise

then who am I to judge and condemn

all I want is to see you once again

still love you, never stopped loving you

and you will always love me

it is written in every trunk of every tree

it grows in every blossom of my garden

you see it, feel it, and try to harden

against the feelings, that will never die

no matter how bloody much we try

but what hurts the most

is we were so close