I’m left to wonder what your lips would do
If mine could meet them in their current frown
Like, would they speak my mind – say ‘I love you’?
And could I turn your dismal mood around?
I like to think that maybe it will come
And one day we will maybe get our chance
But ‘maybe’s turn to nothing, leave me dumb
And all that’s left, a saddened, hopeful glance
We mourn the loss that both of us will feel
The loss of that which never even was
And who were we to think that this was real?
We walk away without a second’s pause
        We never even get a chance to try
        And all the rest our lives go passing by