As my mind unfolds at night,
I wonder where we stand.
Your heart was once my shelter.
You gave me the key,
and I made it my home.
Do I still live there,
or am I an ebbing memory
dying in the back of your mind?
I could accept this,
so long as I'm with you.
Just give me your opinion,
send me a message in a bottle.
A/N: Thanks to all the people who reviewed the first time. Here is try 2 for this poem. It really means a lot to me and I'm trying to make it worth something, so your help is very appreciated.

