I want to know again what its like, what its like to be
The other half of a love that was meant to be

I want to know again that easy smooth
of the physical and verbal touches that soothe
and the messages of love you sent using those avenues

I want to know again, what you know again

Like your ways and means in days that seen
how you creativeley related to me
a passion beyond what was normally
recieved from a woman who'd shown love repeatedly...to her man

I want to know again, that flow again

Because you see for me, its like being revived from a comatose state
an amnesia existence where all you have to relate
is these images and pictures in your mind and you hate
that what you see brings a feeling of what you no longer have
and you wonder to yourself, is this something I ever had

And if so then, this is what I want to know again

And as my amnesia gives way to the rememberance of a life
where the type of love that was shared equalled a husbands love for his wife
and the damage done to it by his ignorance and strife

And as my memory returns I relive in my brain
signals sent throughout my body, loves crippling pain
knowing now why there was a break when the relationship strained
see, the love I thought I had on lock had a weak link in the chain

It was the pride of a man detramental, the impatience in his core
not caring that anything worth having was worth waiting for

Wanting what I want when I wanted it failed
loves continuous movement, its growth like maturity jailed

Cut off left dormant, unable to grow on its own
unable to feel the other half of the love that its known
cast aside with only the memories of when that love had a home

I'm missing you
 more than just my lover, you were my very best friend
and your touch, your smile, your look, your laugh and your love for me, this I want to know again.