we won't cry anymore

the right person

- The Weight of Time

Yet life, sometimes, twists fate askew,
The right one lost, though love was true.
What if the timing was the thief,
And stole from us this blooming leaf?

Two souls that burn like flames at night,
Can lose their way despite the light.
Perhaps it's not that they were wrong,
But that their paths were short, not long.

What if this moment broke their will,
But in another, they'd be still?
Not lost, but waiting to align,
Like stars that need a different sign.

For maybe, love does slip away,
Not meant to be—at least not today.
They suffer, torn by unseen force,
Still tethered, bound by some remorse.

They are not wrong, not wrong at all,
But sometimes love must rise, then fall.
Two hearts may stray, yet still belong,
And fate, though cruel, can right its wrong.

And so they part, their stories bare,
With aching hearts that still compare.
If they were really the right person—
Then maybe time will heal the version
Where they return, when moments shift,
To find their love, not lost, but gift.