maybe it's the way he laughs
at the simplest things
or the brown eyes
that remind me
so much of yours

maybe it's the butterflies
i try so hard to hide
when i get so weak in the knees
and my hands tremble
from just hearing
the sound of his voice

maybe i will never stop seeing you in everyone
maybe every now and then
you will keep
crossing my mind

i could go on with all the maybes
i could think up all the reasons
why you never stayed
but i guess
i'll never really know why