I’ve walked the world over and over again,
I’ve gone far and deep,
But at the end of it all,
I’ve found myself loving you.

You’ve always been here,
But my eyes never were,
Maybe I believed in an existence long gone,
That I refused to see the good so close.

I’m here,
You’re not,
You would if I was,
So I blame myself.

Every wasted time flies with something,
Maybe that’s why it is called time,
Inasmuch as I don’t want it gone with you,
It has gone with a very important part of you.

So I keep wondering,
If what is remain of you is enough,
Enough to love me like I want it to,
Enough to bring back your lost part to heal.

I’ve been waiting,
I’ll keep waiting,
Hoping to wake up to see you complete again,
Like you were when I was unconvinced.