If I could have found the words to reach you
Then it would probably still be the same after all
I don't think I had an effect on you
Like I wanted to believe that I did
And now I look at all that time
Spent trying to get through to you
The hours lost
Imagining how the conversation would go
What I would say
And how we would identify
As nothing more than empty posturing now
A simple need magnified out of proportion
Based on a mistake
Driven by the force of need