I keep going to the past
To find something that last
But the present moment is now
And I give in to bow 
And kneel at the sight of it
And I love your wit
And you are perfect grey
It’s soft and soul, okay
Not dry and dead and flat as hell
But luxurious and I wish you well
As you live your life with her
And I don’t know what we were
If not Juliet on a balcony
And you serenading me
With the song of the day
I followed your feed, is that okay
And catalogued the flaws 
And the way the ice thaws 
Around your hidden hinge
The thought of it makes me cringe
As you, on the phone, lay me bare
And make it clear you really don’t care
About who I am or who I be
But one day I swear you’ll see
And regret the moment that you
Said that this was through