This heartache will be the death of me...hopefully it will be soon

I cried for so long while you were moving on I heard your voice every time on the phone I worried about it so long my pillow was filled with mascara and tears I confuse you I can't hate you I still make excuses for you.. I can't move on

We don't talk anymore
not even to say hey
now all I can do is dream of that day
when you smiled in the hall
and waved as you walked by
but when I come back to reality
I just want to die

It started with a smile
a meeting by chance
we spent months together
and danced and great dance
then she came along
now not even a glance

I still remember how it smelled, how it felt and how it tasted..I reach out to grab the dream but find the effort wasted...
it flies away in my mind back to where it lies..among the tears and sorrow..behind 2 blue eyes