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...



He'll come back to me




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