I have got to ask, just one last time, 

Is this what you wanted? 

When you looked at my whole life

Back when I was swaddled tight,

Did you see us seven miles away

Living worlds apart?

When you drove me home did you picture 

The silence that would fill our separate homes?

I know, I know, 

You feel I ran away. 

Do you know that

I feel you pushed me out to the edge and 

Dared me to jump?

Perspective is a fickle mind. 

I’ve resolved my soul to the knowing 

We will never pull through. 

I return back to my window 

I watch your place pass me by. 

I picture the smiles and hugs that felt warm. 

I will never forget those, because they happened too. 

I’ll be honest, I don’t think I can ever stop asking if it’s what you wanted.

-what did you imagine?