The Finish Line is the Starting Line

My confusion is all that holds me back.

I feel free but something I still lack.

I feel hatred and frustration walking all alone.

No friend to be there for me so I pick up the phone.

He answered the ring, scared of what he might do.

His feelings were shattered and left vulnerable too.

He was afraid time had passed by too far.

But he followed his thoughts driving his car.

A fallen angel that dressed in all white.

Patiently waited, setting his first sight.

Nervously anxious to hold her dear.

Left him speechless with one rolling tear.

She spoke truth that stunned him so much.

He grabbed his chest and melted her heart with that touch.

She knew he cared when his words began to flow.

She couldn't bear to let all that they had go.

Their history began to repeat itself again.

She waited impatiently for him to hold her hand.

One single touch could spark a fire hot.

"I will never let her go" was his only thought.