slipping out of your grasp

i feel myself slipping out of your grasp....you're willingly letting me slip through your fingers....you've decided to let me go because we both know i'm not really what you want....for a moment you felt the warm touch of my hand and it brought all that you were missing flooding back to you...and the sensation was irresistible...and in my eyes you saw yourself and your own loneliness...but once your intoxicated vision began to stabilize you began to see me as i am...and i could never look the way you want....because you already have what you want....i guess i was just there to remind you and send you home