Did you ever think of me at night,
or at the morning
as the sun and skies rise.

Did you ever lie in bed awake,
thinking about
the chances that we didn't take.

Did you ever try to write a verse,
of a love forgotten—
of a love that's cursed.

Did you ever wish for us to be,
more than this—
this future we cannot see.

Did you ever even cry,
when you turned back
and said goodbye.