What did you do to heal that broken heart?
I can’t rely on time.
What did you tell yourself once we were apart?
Clearly, you were never mine.
Time has a way of masking a lovers’ love,
But when you were looking from above
You saw the real me.
The look in your eyes set me free,
But I mistook your stare.
We could never go there,
To the place where trust is born,
In the space between happy and forlorn.
Our love was so raw and new,
But abandoned because it wasn’t right for you.
I guess I am glad that you are fine.
I’m still here, wishing you were mine.