About you

(Loosely based on everything I've ever known when it comes to matters of the heart).

I’ve always known it would never be you,

But someday I’ll say:

“We met in our youth,

Shoebox of a window

Without a view.

Laid my eyes on you

Before my heart knew.

Your shoulders were mine to cry on,

Your hand wasn’t mine to hold.

Both wounded, we laughed at our scars

As if they were stories of old.

Headstrong, you took the path

Chosen by few.

I took the other path

Chosen by none.

The sky was a deep blue when you

Left with a million things undone.

I thought you’d think of me often,

You never did.

For what’s a “rekindled flame”

If we were never in the game?

I’d have gone to your wedding,

A lovely bride with a smile so kind,

Princess of your happy ending.

- You don’t believe in fairytales, but I do.

You’d have forgotten my birthday,

And God knows when we parted ways,

(Again).”

I don’t want to know that

It could never be you.

- But deep down, I do.