I guess I was there,
When the torrent broke
Fueling your pain;
Knowing how it would end,
Unfortunately,
As the winds flayed

In that instant
I stood writhing, listening,
As you spoke,
To the way you laughed alone
To an inward joke

After you led me through the dark
Down to a quiet precipice
With your unconscious charm
Silently prepared to leap
In a fit of emptiness

Outside of the fact that
I Loved you, had loved you, wanted to love you still
Outside of the fact that
You were yearning, were hurting, were drowning in the night
Outside of the fact that
I was here, and you were there, and They were nowhere in sight
Outside of the fact that
I felt every lash, every single stab of the displaced aftermath
Of your burning will

Torn by your emotions,
Lost in your thoughts
Unable to stand
Without the support
Of an almond branch

And so it wasn't pertinent to you,
On that cliff, with your heart in flames
And though you were oblivious
To me, It was very relevant.

You didn't see what it took
To withhold my feelings, then;
How I struggled to let you suffer,
The night at the Griffith

How I showed to you,
The inner workings of my soul
Those little things that were rooted so deep
As a final resort, exposed and vulnerable,
Playing the music to apologize wherever I failed to speak

And for a moment it seemed okay,
Flashing a smile to wipe the meekness away,
Coming a little closer, as you spread your arms for closure
But you twinged so awkwardly that I couldn't comprehend.

Perhaps at the thought of your bitterness, and embarrassment
To invite me alone to this place, to make your painful confession
And for me, that was not enough to create the distance
That you so desperately clinged to, because I felt you

And of course, you wouldn't accept my kindness
As I tried to work around your conditions,
What love was and how it was expressed,
So I assumed the only role that was left,
Left to me, by you