My Return Poem by Amy Carmichael

He was shaking as he reached for me again
His eyes pleading, with barely concealed pain,
His hands locked together behind my waist,
As my lips met his for a final taste.
I regret kissing him like that-he made me lose my cool,
When my eyes met his, and I drowned in that deep blue pool.
I wasn’t thinking about when it stopped or how I’d have to leave,
But his taste I still remember, and it’s my turn to grieve.

I didn’t fall for him on the spot or love him just like that,
Sometimes I think I fell in love with him the day I turned my back,
And walked so far away, ‘cause life can be cruel sometimes.
Then all there’s left to do is lose yourself in these rhymes.

I hadn’t felt alive for two whole months,
'Til I returned the other day,
And he hadn’t changed a bit.

He held me close and I woke up right then, inside,
And now everyone sees the difference,
Made by a love I tried to hide.
Held close up to his chest beside the video store,
I remember how he wouldn’t leave me,
Just kissed me a little more.

I don’t think he knows, that boy who made me alive again,
Don’t think he knows how I feel, or that he kept me sane.
I hope life turns out good for him, ‘cause he doesn’t know
How beautiful he is, or how hard I found it to just go.