If one day I wake up

And I find you beside me

I think maybe I would hold your hand

I think I would tell you that I am lonely and afraid

And I would tell you I've felt like this since you left us

I'd tell you that no matter the day, or the hour, or the minute

I feel the aching hole you left behind in the young girl who adored you

I feel the hate, and the anger, and the sadness, and the grief, and the regret

The regret that maybe I didn't love you enough, or that maybe I loved you too much.