Trying to fight the call (when will it stop?) // why does the night when we always...

I can't hide in my dreams from you.
Or at the bottom of a beer bottle. Or behind my headphones.
Or in that empty hotel room with the ghosts of wishes and words that never happened frightening me.

We were walking across that bridge. The cars racing down the highway below us. You fearlessly opened your heart of a terror that haunts you. You were so fragile and strong. You were glowing. I knew if I didn't tell you how much I love you and how much I always have, our hearts might never meet at that timeless sparkle ever again.

And I didn't.