I went back to the 30th of March,
Back to a time before broken hearts.
Your forced smile was enough to break
My heart sunk and though there was no
Tune, tone nor touch
or a look of your face,
Nonetheless I felt your pain;
A pain only felt by the emptiness of a friend lost to fate.
Or was it?
I don't know.
I don't know if you were meant to be.
I don't know if we were meant to be.
Perhaps it was your words that drove her
away.
Perhaps your heart was already broken
and
Perhaps I was too late to fix it.