In between among the Aspens

The events of the last few days keep swirling in my head.

We were at an empass.
You were hanging on to the past and I was hanging on to the future. Neither of us knew how to be in the present. But that day we shared in between among the Aspens was perfect.

Maybe I loved you because you weren't him.
Because you weren't charming and never said things you didn't mean.
Because you never played games or made empty promises.
You weren't sweet. You were real.
Too real perhaps and stuck in your mind.
And I, like usual, was full of hope
and stuck in my heart.

I was the light and you were the heavy and for awhile, wrapped up in your arms, I felt that you were with me, you held me closer then you planned to and surrendered your fears. it felt accidentally symbiotic. You grounded me and I lightened you.

But we lost our balance.

I crawled into your heart but your mind shoved me out.
So here I am alone
With an ache for what could've been, asking myself why you don't want me.
Wishing there was a way to make you see the magic in you and I
Wishing I could give you that feeling you get when you see fresh snow.

Perhaps someday you'll think of me and miss me. And then maybe you'll wish you had held on... maybe you'll want to find me again, that would be lovely... until then you and I will be somewhere in between.. a dream left in the trees.