It finally hits me now,
the pain, the hurt, the past.
Why, I wonder intently.
What was the purpose,
what was the intention
of the whole story of me and you?
Will there be a future?
Or are you as gone as a spirit?
Your presence will stay
but you will never be again?
Well, I have no say in this,
I am as powerless as anything.
Let time see,
then maybe there will be
a true purpose.
Maybe, someday.
