All the words unspoken,
All the “could have beens”
Were just a form of make-believe.
If only I could see,
What really was, in front of me.
I felt it, I knew it,
I just couldn’t find the words.
Like a flame that was extinguished,
A hope that was found and lost.
You were the sun to my moon,
That stopped shining,
Forever eclipsed.