I couldn't say...

I never could touch the sky—
how then could I touch you?

I was never truly hungry—
how then could I love you?

I never looked back that way—
how then could I lose you?

I never learned to understand—
how then could I write you?

In that sense, I never really suffered—
how then could I comfort your wounds?

I never learned such emotions—
how then could I shelter your feelings?

I never noticed—
deep within me
your existence has settled.

That I could forget you—
tell me truly, how could I ever?

Well, is it because I couldn't do all this—
that our coming home remains only a trick?