You would think by now, I would know my way around, I shouldn't miss you so badly, I should be on familiar ground. How many more lonely years, must meander by, until I learn the lesson, it does no good to cry. What manner of iron will, must some people possess, to be always looking forward, to never accept regress. Perhaps if I was willing, to let someone take me by the hand, they could show me a happy place, in this unfamiliar land. Perhaps I'm only homesick, for all the joys that once were mine, I must accept that they and you, belong to another place and time. But I know that deep within my heart, there's a place where only you reside, and when the pain of loneliness comes, it knows that is where I hide. So if sometimes it seems to you, I'm clinging to the past, it's mostly because I can't yet accept, that our love didn't last. No matter how hard I try, I've yet to get over you, for the part of me that's still alive, believes you love me too. Maybe there will come a day, when that part will finally die, and feeling strong with a heart reborn, a new love I will finally try. And what a splendid day that will be, when I awaken to discover, I'm happily learning a great new land, with a great new friend and lover.