sometimes I wonder...
is it worth it?

Then, there you are again.
Not quite faded from existence...
just close enough to catch my eye
smiling at me from across the sand.

And then, here I am again.
not quite ready for resistance,
but not quite ready yet to fly...
secretly wishing you'd hold my hand.

The warmth, the comfort,
to know you're really there...
might help me forget why I'm alone.
That, my love, would be worth everything.