Wishful Thinking

 I don't know where I am going to rest my head tonight, so I won't promise that I'll speak to you today. But if I ever find a better place, a better time, for that moment I was never what I am. Take to me where you are, what you've become, and what you will do when I am gone. I won't forget. In between the lines is the only place you'll find what you're missing but you didn't know was there. So when I say goodbye, you must do your best to try and forgive me this weakness. Because I don't what to say, another day, another excuse to be sent your way. Another day, another year. Maybe someday, you'll be somewhere. Talking to me as if you knew me, saying, "I'll be home for next year, darling." Maybe sometime in a long time, you'll remember what I had said there. I said, "I'll be home for next year." If you think of me, I will think of you.