Untitled; to the flash Starshine2 play

If I knew your name tonight,
would I rush to find, the rest of who you are,
where you are and maybe why I am so pulled to be with you?

If I knew your voice tonight,
Would I take off in flight of fancy,
imagining your face, your smile, your eyes, your soul
only to find that I'm too drawn in to ever pull back again?

Or maybe I would flee and hide,
to spend some time in solitude
to be the man that you deserve,
rather than the boy I am today.

To build the muscles to protect,
the wit to make you laugh,
the charm to coax a smile from you
The knowledge to impress.

I'm scared I won't be good for you,
My secrets you won't scry,
My darkness won't make sense to you,
I'm scared I'll make you cry.

But what if I'm not good enough,
if you're already gone?
And what if you've found someone else,
if you're my only one?

Then maybe all my solitude
is not so much for you
but just because you couldn't wait
but needed someone new

You needed warmth within your heart
and arms around your head.
You wanted phone calls when it rained
and cocoa when it poured.

I would've been the warmth for you,
A fire blazing red.
But now you've settled for the coals,
clinging to fires dead.

I would've been the arms around your heart,
A shield from all the pain
I would've been there when it poured,
and loved you while it rained.

But now you cannot be the one,
the one for me is gone.
I'm set adrift, with half a soul,
a key without a song

My heart desires trickery,
to scheme you back to me.
And yet to soil the love we'd make
I'd rather let it be.

My honor code is firm on this,
that love you cannot take.
And so I watch you drift away
ignoring a dull ache

I know that in the skies our destiny
was nearly holy-writ.
But star-crossed loves scripted above
is mere contract tacit

And bards will sing of this, a love
that was quite nearly true
and maybe they'll embellish it,
they way they often do.

But 'almost' makes for tragedy,
which calls for romance end,
and 'almost' breaks the reader's heart
which only love can mend.

But you and I were almost there,
a moment gone askew
if I were perhaps someone else
and you were not quite you

I cry a foul on destiny
the Fates I claim unfair
I serve my sentence; solitude
I only claim my share

So cast adrift, without a hope
one-winged, half-souled, alone
I mourn the loss of melody
that never had a tone.