What now

You’re the one I’d give flowers
Hold your hand wherever we went
Take your picture just because
Everyone says to let go
But what now?
When the heart wants what it does?
Forget about what it meant?
I guess I was never enough for you
Now you’re the one with the knife
Cutting me deep, too
Was your reasoning all really “because”?
Nights like these, I do really miss our calls
Hearing your voice, most of all