If

I could stand here and tell you I still love you
I could call you and tell you I miss you so
I could lie here and imagine myself next to you
I could find you and feel as though it's the you I know

If only I could tell you, if only I could say
These things, I know I'm dying,
I'm trying to say

A parallel moment of confusion, with Real. Remember, him. Remember, Ottawa.p