We talk like we know what's going on, but we don't.
We don't know anything.
We're young & we don't know anything.
We're young & we're gonna screw up alot.
We're gonna keep changing our minds, & sometimes our hearts.
And through all that, the only real thing we can offer each other is forgiveness.
Dawson's Creek

Let me tell you about longing. In a distant country, two lovers are on a bench, and pigeons, unafraid, are perching beside them. She places a hand on his knee and says, "Say to me the truest thing you can. I am closing my eyes now. You are far away."

Let me tell you about longing. There's this girl whom you'll see and talk to everyday. And you're mad about her, but you don't have the courage to tell her. One day, you walked up to her and say, "Please tell me that you won't reject me if I tell you I really like you. If you can, just close your eyes and listen to how your heart beats in sync to mine."

Let me tell you about longing. A man lies in a bed of a hospital, his lover crying softly at the side of the bed. The man is left with less than an hour to survive, the doctors had done their best. He held up his hand and whispered softly, "Cry not, my love, the time has come for me to leave you. I'll do anything just to see you smile again." She gave a weak smile and said, "Would you stay for me if I smiled?"

Let me tell you about longing. Let go, said you to me in a dream, but by the time the wind carried your voice to me, I was already walking through the yawning door, towards the small, necessary sadness of walking. I wish I could hold you now, but that is a line that has no place in a poem, like the swollen sheen of the moon tonight, or the word absence, or you, or longing.