One Day

I picture you holding my hand, and walking by my side, I wake up to realize it was just a dream, rationalizing my hearts playing tricks on my mind, It's a longing that's never left me, and I know if I opened the door, That that longing will intensify and be left with wanting more, Leaving the dream to wake up to my own two hands, and you are nowhere to be found, Breaking my heart that Im not close to you, Always wishing you would someday reach out, Maybe one day you'll care enough and eventually put out your hand, And I'll have the opportunity to get close to you so we both can understand.