Forget What I Said

I let it slip through my fingers. The small window of opportunity. I saw it. Clear as day. I took another passage instead. Is that what I need to do, in order to keep my sanity and heart intact? Let you slip through my grasp. Watch you from a distance. More than an arms length away. No longer a fingertip. Have I just become too close for my own good? Too close to see what's really going on. Too close to see how you truly feel. Too close to read between the lines. Too close to admit I know what intentions are really there. Too close to no longer want to be too close. Maybe that's it. Maybe it's just been too long to care so much anymore. Forget what I said about me, tomorrow I'm on top of this world.