Sometimes things don't work out the way we want them too.
The pain begins to excede the happiness
and the sunshine days are replaced with misery and gloom.
Early in the morning
or late in the midnight
I reminisced or reflected
and silence that was once so loud
resonated your voice.
Just like a painting
that interprets from a great artist or even someone mediocre,
I begin to envision what we were.
Your smile captivated every fiber of my being,
and your hands embraced my spirit.
It was to the point where all I could do was laugh and smile,
and laugh and smile.
You made me feel like beauty.
You listened to my dreams and encouraged them.
We thought we were a reality,
but poof it was all a dream.
A muggy scene where we were supposed to be.
So why ask me, "Do you I ever think about 'what we could have been?"
