This All Makes So Much Sense

I thought I let the idea go, 

but there was never any resolution. 

The possibility of you, 

stayed with me. 

It clung to me always, 

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somewhere in the depths of my mind... 

or maybe in my heart. 

That seems to be a better place 

for you to reside. 

My mind often makes a mess of this. 

There are too many possibilities 

and then I can't see myself straight. 

If I let you out to help 

and to talk to my mind, 

you'll just make sense 

of all of this for me, 

won't you? 

You seem to be able to do that... 

to make sense. 

But I don't need you to help me. 

I can make it on my own. 

I need to take this journey alone, 

yet you're there, trying

trying to get into my heart. 

And here I go again...

knocking at the door, 

asking you to get out. 

Or at least that's what 

I think I am doing,

but my brain can't be trusted,

to see things as they are.

And the truth is... 

I want you to come inside and stay 

for a while. 

I miss you.

Do you miss me?

How could you?

I haven't even left yet.

I've always been there,

on the outside of my own heart,

while you've been inside...

getting comfortable.