Maybe...
When I wrote,
I tried.
When I called,
I tried.
When I talked,
Looked, and listened
I, myself, was trying
I was trying to save us
In any way I could.
I was holding on
To what would
I had the best thing ever
And it...moved on
He moved on to a different path
One I didn't expect
One I hope is just a detour
But I won't know that yet
I'll figure that out in a few years or five or six
When I've graduated and started my own life
Only then we'll see
Where our paths may truly lead
And maybe...
Just,
Maybe
He'll come back to me