You exist now only in my memory.
I long to see your face
Your eyes so unafraid.
I'm haunted by a rushed beginning.
And of lost opportunities I shall never get back.
I will never see you again.
I must realize this truth.
Even if the possibility should appear I'll probably wish to disappear.
I lost you when there was nothing to be had.
I never got the chance to be beautiful in your eyes.
So I sit here being ugly now and forever.
