When I cannot say anything at all...

"...he was bound to love you
when he heard you sing..."

How will I recognize it. Is this it? Are you him?
Every pore of my body breathes hope
and every thought fights against acknowledging that I'm here for me and not you.

It breaks my heart to remember you,
but mostly because I know that it ends there.

There is not plane-stopping,
not world chase,
no declaration of undying love.

And I need to let you go
because I'm not ready.