Homeless

He doesn't look like me, 

But I hope he looks at you the way I did.

His hands aren't like mine,

But I hope he touches you softly.

I don't get to hear your voice anymore,

So I hope he takes the time to listen to you.

I ain't him and he's not trying to be like me,

But I hope his love at least matches mine.

Whatever I couldn't say, I hope he says.

Whatever I never did, I hope he does.

All the things I saw you as in my mind,

I hope he makes you feel it for real to him.

I let pride steal my voice,

So I hope his words give you back life.

I built a wall and shut you out,

So I hope he builds a palace with your throne beside his.

This sidewalk in the rain being bounced by passers-by

Watching you inside smiling at him around that small coffee shop table.

I've never felt the real effect of the mistake I made until now.

The pride I held on to, only left me these rain drops of tears.

Homeless.