I change your words to make you fit

Suddenly, I'd never told you how I felt.
I never wrote that stupid blog.
I never held your hand that night,
and I never thought twice if you looked my way too long.
I never fell asleep in your arms on her floor.
I never felt a rush at your smile.
I just never considered you that way.
I listened, and dreamed all the while -

that you and I were closer still, than maybe we could ever be now,
but we're still playin' music at my place
and enjoying each other somehow. So,
let's spend the hours preserving the day
for future reference, when it'll be all I think about anyway.

And when I listen back, I'll try to remember your face in the light
of my side table lamp protesting the darkness of night.
As I, too, mourn the coming of tomorrow
and the death for which today is due,
and hope I might get to live my ever after
with someone that's at least a little like you.