Here I am, all alone with my thoughts and rendering moments of has been.
Cradling the sparkle I feel when I think back through the years.
Years has gone by and wonder why I am not with you.
There could had been us.
There could had been elucidating instances.
There could had been unquestionable multitude of fervor.
Consequently, there were none.
Chances had gone by.
Maybe that is why.
I let go and you never bothered.
Now here it is, the undeniable lost I feel.
Maybe in the next lifetime, I would have you.
And you would have me, if only we choose to.
