I never knew. Had you but said it! I was too long climbing up the wrong hills to nowhere to have ever noticed. And what’s funny is that the timing was perfect. Had I been where you were and you standing amongst the crowd, holding on to me. For dear life…for dear life…for dear life. It’s now apparent there was a glitch in the system. A lightbulb amiss- A frequency overload of bullshit Clouding my judgement from the purest rain that could have washed all these things away. And your name would be ringing in my ears for years now. And my throat would be creating new sounds and ways with which to say it over and over again. There is no bliss to be extracted from the fruit of this. No sailing into paradise with our hands located in each others wrist. Or even a hope of looking back into those eyes that used to see me so clearly. So then, clutching at straws and all hawk eyes till dawn is what I’ll be. Waiting for the day….to say all of this…to you.