The One Who Got Away

I am the one who got away,

the one who has now lost her way.

That day was just not my day,

but tomorrow I might die, as it is a new May.

I am the one who cried.

The one who did not die.

I only continue on through self-told lies,

So that from my ache I may fly.

I am the one who lives on,

the one who is withdrawn.

Am I a living pawn?

I want to be gone.

I am the one that hugs you,

the one that kisses you.

I speak to you,

and love you, though you are dead.

Please take me with you, Joey.