Missing You

Just a smidgen tonight. My mind hurts.

Sometimes, late at night, I think about my future. And how if I hadn't made that mistake three years ago, was it three or could it possibly be four? If it's four, I refuse to believe it. But if I hadn't made that mistake and cut you off completely, before we could even try talking it through, I think about how different my life would be right now.

Would I be in your arms right now?

I realize now that I didn't understand love. And the problem remains, I still don't understand it, and maybe I'm waiting for that one person who will teach me.

Or maybe it was you, and I never gave you the chance.