I dreamt of your love and the sorrow it caused
When you dangled it in front of me
Like a kitten with a ball of string
Jerking it just out of reach
Taunting me with what could have been
With the chance to step into that otherworld
Of happiness and caring

I wanted someone to dance with on a quiet Tuesday night
To look at with my tired eyes and not feel inadequate
Who would make me feel good and I could reciprocate.
All is through that glass door,
Through the glass door I cannot shatter,
The way you shattered my heart.

It was like focusing on a moving car along a road. Your vision becomes a mass of blurred lines, except for the bit you focus on, that car. In that last year, you had been that car, the thing I could focus on - my reference point.