Going in circles, a destination unclear.
You traced my footsteps. Is it here?
In search of an answer, your secret was born.
Special, you felt, overflowing warmth.
Though, unknown were you to me.
A fleeting memory.
One in a billion,
but not the one I yearn.
Maybe that time I looked in,
blind to the sparks you saw fly.
I'm sorry, I never loved you.
I was just passing by.