Baby; I know it was blurry
All quick and we never realised that it was gone
I know when you look back
You find just black empty spaces strewn
I know as well; it’s too late to write a song about it
And it’s also too late to set it straight
I guess it just wasn’t meant to be
I know I was stupid, no doubt I was dumb
But the absence of that possibility was leaving me numb
I heard you cry, I saw you try
You did what you could
You hung on to it
Didn’t let it slip
But it’s just me, don’t blame it on you
For us not making it through
Memories are all that I have been served
And that is all I ever deserved
But this poem isn’t an apology
Coz’ somewhere deep down inside, I know
Even if wrong was the way,
I am grateful for what I did that day.
It’s sad when you make me realise
That we are back to where we begun
But I guess it’s a step you took which I could not
And then, it took me a while to realise that the bliss was a curse
But I guess it’s grown into a wound we cannot nurse.
You know I always have,
And I always will
Wish the best for you
And secretly pray that you make it through.