J.C.

I'm sure my existence is irrelevant 

To you now, at this point in time

But I so desperately want to tell you

That I miss you, that I'm sorry

That I long to atone for my mistakes

That I've healed and hold penitence 

For my past obsessions 

And inability to let go of the things

I was inadvertently pushing away 

I've no desire for us to become again

What it is we used to be

But if we could be so much as friends,

I would relish in the opportunity,

For even just knowing you

Is a privilege 

That I recognize I took for granted

And if I may only see you in my dreams,

Let my nights bless me

With substantial stupor

And lucid imagery