I'm sorry I left you this way,
still asleep and dreaming
of our plans for the evening ,
that late night drive you love
best because of the way
the moonlight strikes me
and some memory you never mention.

But after all this time,
I just had to touch and know.

And you say all the right things,
words strung together
that can break any lock,
hands and kisses to loosen
the tightest, most reluctant knots.

But there's something missing from you,
something I don't know how to name,
you were always better at that,
you understand this avenue best.

I'm sorry I left you this way,
sleeping and dreaming,
it's the only time you seem
to finally still everything inside,
you're probably on that dark road now,
the one you love even though it's memory
turns a part of you into a cold stone,
something you never tell me of.

After all this time,
I just had to know
why your voice
still glows inside me.

And I left this all for you
in a handwritten note,
you understand this avenue best,
but something is missing from you,
something I don't know how to name.

You know all the right words,
kiss and touch all the right places,
places that burn with your memory
like they were even a secret to me
before being carefully discovered.

I'm sorry I left you this way,
still asleep and floating
inside of our warm afterglow,
you're probably on that dark road now,
in your dreams with an arm around me,
saying how the moonlight brings out my eyes,
that you'll one day tell me exactly why
this place means so much to you.

After all this time
I just had to know why
your touch soothes my being.

Because your hands and lips
bring me to mysterious places
that I lose myself within,
your words wrap around me
with a warmth that skin
doesn't know to create.

But something is missing from you,
something I don't know how to name,
maybe something is missing from me, too,
and I'm writing you to try and find it.

Maybe you'll see a piece
of yourself or of me
in this handwritten note
that's been a secret
to us until now.

Because you understand this avenue best.