Stolen

Trying to phrase in my head
what to say to you.
How impossible
Everything that comes out
Sounds insignificant.
Compared to what you really mean,
what you still mean to me.

I wanna tell you I still think about you.
I still see your face in my mind,
as clear as if through a mirror.
Remember how you always stole
that from me?
Along with my heart,
you took that with you too.

And you have my permission to keep it,
but I need you.
I need you to come back.
To come back to where we left off.
It can't end like that,
Can it?