“To love you is
To wish for your happiness,
Crossing fingers for your dreams
To finally come true
And hoping that when they do
To be the first one
You would want to tell the news.
Hope lives in-between the lines
I pen every night, trying not to cry
As I make my words in each page
As heavy as my heart.
I come to realize the time has come
And I must say goodbye,
But, darling, how can you let go
Of someone you never had by your side?
The ghosts of who we could be
Will haunt us for as long as I remember
That my heart knows you so well
It will always hurt to say farewell…”