Maybe I was the moonglade  you didn't get to see

because you were busy watching the stars  glitter...

That when you turned your back to glance,

it was almost sunrise  and I already faded...

Maybe I was the petrichor you didn't get to scent

because you were afraid of the rain even if it already subsided...

That when you thought of going out,

The scent of the blossoming flowers was all that was left...

Maybe I was the smultronställe you didn't get to reach

because you chose not to go far...

That when you thought you were already brave enough to wander,

it was too late because the snow has already covered my wonder...

Maybe we were meant to be but you were not  brave  enough,

You were  blind enough,

You cared,

But it was never enough.