It happens the most when the sun goes down, all the thoughts begin to fester.
That's when I want to see your smile, the one from last autumn.
Was it unconditional, the way you loved me with your whole heart?
Or was it a warped window with no point of reference, just blind?
Now there's just pale, damp cheeks frozen in the memory of your absence.
I was too scared to love you back, and now I'm left all alone in the cold.
It's too late for another embrace of your tenderness and warmth.
I'll never get the chance to love you twice.
It'll have to be enough to have known you, to have held you.
It'll have to be enough to have felt your lips on mine.
It'll have to be enough to have heard you, to have cherished you.
It'll have to be enough to have loved you only after it was done.
My space is overgrown, so I find you hardly on my mind.
It's been years now, and I'm struggling to remember why you ever thought I was the one.
Your life is strange now, a permanent entity void of my breath.
So now all my heart can do is send postcards to its lover while I sleep.
I never thought I'd call you a perfect stranger, a shadow.
But I was the one who told you goodbye in the light of my back porch.
All the space you occupied in my brain now leaks from my eyelids.
I pulled the rug out from underneath you too soon, and now I pay the consequences.
It'll have to be enough to have known you, to have held you.
It'll have to be enough to have felt your lips on mine.
It'll have to be enough to have heard you, to have cherished you.
It'll have to be enough to have loved you only after it was done.
365 days later, and you're standing next to me in the light of the fire.
My hand begs my heart to reach out and brush your fingertips, but I can't touch you like I used to.
I always wished that you were a better man, and now he's standing right next to me.
My breath catching, I can't help but think what if.
What if I could call you mine one more time?
What if I told you the truth - that I loved you?
What if we tried again now that we've both grown?
What if we both tore down all our walls and let the other in?
But it'll have to be enough to have known you, to have held you.
It'll have to be enough to have felt your lips on mine.
It'll have to be enough to have heard you, to have cherished you.
It'll have to be enough to have loved you only after it was done.
