Giving

I wonder about you when I'm still , It's then I'm free.
The noise of sound would disturb my reality , unwanted sorrow.
What would be the reason to give a fake interest -
Just to hide my pride?
when really it's you, it's you I want.

I've tried many times, but it's always there pulling me back.
Your force is strong, a magnet of want, need - to be loved.
and I see myself through your eyes.
I see the tenderness, in an instant you're mine ,
yet in the same instant you slip away
- you've blinked.

My reaction of yesterday passing over me, only to greet me once again ,
in the hope not to lose a reason behind the journey.
The realisation was I had been dreaming all along -
until I heard you :
''I may have moved on but that is how I feel wanting to be home again''