I still wake up thinking
I am wondering if you are really gone
or just outta reach.
I moved on to, thought it was to a better place than you.
As it happened, it was exactly that, too good to be true.
She put on a Broadway performance, carrying white and blue sprinkles of 'forget yous".
She arrived with charming vows that later became vows to change.
I thought I moved on from you, your blue eyes and chapped lips.
The mask slipped off as the distraction dissolved into nothing.
I still go to bed thinking
Wondering if you're still awake.
Would she come at my first call?
Does she screen her phone waiting for your call?
Over 600 days and nights
I still wake up thinking there is our happy ending,
but that would be too good to be true.