Blind

Every day, I see the picture,
Of us together.
We were certain,
We'd be forever.

I say, I don't miss him
I'm over him, I've moved on,
But then the thoughts of him fill my mind,
And I wonder why I was so blind.

Why couldn't I see
That we were meant to be?
Why did I waste it all,
that one month in Fall?

Why did it have to end that way?
We could have been so great!
But now it's a relationship,
That only went to waste.