I tell myself that one day I won’t miss you
I catch myself looking for traces,
One day I will accept that I shut you out
I made the decision and I took the easy road
I tell myself that one day I will be happy
I tell myself,
But I don’t listen
I think back upon the years which led me to today. All the roads. All the decisions. All the meaningless and endless twists and fated moments. I think back as I do every single day. Why? Because I miss her. I still think I hear her. I catch glimpses of her smile and her eyes. When I try to focus, she’s gone once more. So I suppose today symbolizes her. I know she knows how sorry I am, but alas, the path has been traveled. She was left behind. One day I will be happy. If she forgives and returns to me. For now I will continue to think back upon the years which led me to today. Today and everyday.