Years passed
and I never could
Go one day
Without thinking
Of your eyes and smile.
"It's okay." You said
truth was it isn't.
I only had one thing
To hold on to.
Hope.
Hope you might be
somewhere,
Waiting for me.
I never healed,
I never will.
You were the light
That stuck by in the morning
By my windows
And told me I could live
another day.
There is just one thing
I regret about you and me.
It's not even the fact
I let you cross the street.
It's not I wanted to go to
NYU.
It's not I met you.
It's not you paired up with me.
It's not I asked you out.
It's not I told you I loved it.
