In English we say
“maybe we weren’t meant to be”
But in poetry we say
Perhaps.

Perhaps, in another universe
The stars would have aligned
And our fate would be reconstructed
Creating a perfect constellation of our love

Or perhaps, if we met under a different sky of stars
Maybe we could have seen how fleeting our love was
As we gazed upon a shooting star

Perhaps, in another universe
We were the right people
At the right time
In love one more time

Or perhaps, we were the right people
Under the right sky
Meant to be falling for someone else
Whose love would burn brighter then the sun

Perhaps, as I wished upon that star
Asking it to take the pain away
It will grant me peace because
What was once love burning for you
Is fueling my anger not at you, but myself
For allowing my feeble heart to break again

So as I look upon the same bed of stars
That once brought love many years ago
I wonder
Perhaps you are looking at them too
Perhaps I’m still in love with you
Or perhaps we weren’t meant to be