back to being friends

 it was his birthday, i loved him, and he loved me, 

and i was sure, it was quite meant to be.

the suns rays were shining, the candles were flickering; he blew out the candles, and gave me a kiss goodnight.

February 21, a day i will never forget, 

a day where i could have no regrets, made me regress.

and the moon was singing, such sweet lullabies, to deafen the noise, of my wailed cries.

for all i could long for, was a love that lasts, and yet, he will only remain a chapter in the past.

yet every so often, i ponder on the present, and wonder, how much different it would be, if he remained a part of my lament.