touch

*touch hard to remember a time you wanted to go away. you packed and made your sad goodbye. with less than no intention i hurt you and had then to tell my amazing, new truth. i'd fallen in love with you. what if you had flown so far away from me as to never land, again? i would stand in the moonlight my arms outstretched to the sky and scream come back, come back and love me. touch me, inside out. ©tlp 2010