The Same?

What should have happened,
that night I asked you to hold me,
to pull me close and not saying
true words, simply asking
not to be forgotten,
meaning underneath it all
that I had grown into
loving you, accidentally
caring too much,
distance between us
waning only to increase.
I wish I had known what
you were thinking as you
promised to remember and
inhaling, seemed to be
memorizing my hair's
smell and perhaps,
wishing more could be
done.
I cannot claim to know
your thoughts nor intentions,
but can only speak of
mine own heart. Perhaps
if I had turned your cheek
from mine, and looked
into your eyes, with
direct intent and all
my truths, I would
have seen the same.