Your Soul Makes Me Want To Run

I am scared.
I know you've left,
but what happens when I remember?
Yes, you've taken a part of me.
No, you're never far from my mind.

I wish to have your hand,
to see your disguise,
to have seen your growth.

I hope I have meaning like you.
In life it's so hard to find a soul anymore,
But God, you were so full of soul.

It makes me want to leave.
I want to run far,
far away,
where we could be.
Oh, could we be?
Tied together through this radiance.
The belief in something similiar.

I am so scared of being alone,
but there is nothing more than I want,
than this loneliness.
The loneliness that I feel you here for.
The one where your made-up mind surrounds me.

I'm almost stuck inside of a storm.
The rolling waves aren't so high,
but they're deadly.
With desperation or yearning or love;
I don't know which.
Maybe it's the knowledge that
I can't express any of those in reality.

These darkening clouds become a thing,
and this thing eats my guts.
It eats and eats until it reaches my heart to lightly nibble on.
It really begs for something I can't give.

You?