Mar 2014
A little of me died when I heard you were gone
A part of me died when I heard you were gone
It was the first time I even saw your picture
And I thought to myself, ‘wow, that’s what you look like, I never knew’
My wishes and dreams burnt and turned to ashes
As slowly I become in one with the nothingness of the wind
My mind flew back many times to yesteryear when missed opportunities of what could be is now something I cherish
Because what could be can always stay in my imaginations, thinking what could be if we met
What could be if you’re still here…
And what could be if you are the one holding me now
My heart dropped the second I heard you were gone
My body became heavy the second I heard you were gone
It was the first time I saw a smile on your face
And I thought to myself, ‘It should’ve been for me, it should’ve been directed to me’
All my wishes from yesteryear turn into dust within the blink of an eye
As teardrops started falling without my permission
Drowning myself with my own imaginations of what could be
I flew back to what was and had been
Because what had been should’ve been what could’ve been now
I think back to many missed chances I let it slipped up from the palm of my hands
Because of not wanting to jinx our first meeting not knowing it could’ve been our last
My back slid down slowly, dramatically, crying silently at the door, leaning for support, hoping and wishing I’ll fall into you
That somehow your shadow appears and helps me through, fighting what is now
All of me died when I heard you were gone
I lost all the energy when I heard you were gone
It was the first time I ever felt so powerless not even seeing you for the last time
As the hurt of not even had the time to hear your last words haunts my mind, I think to myself, ‘what could be’
I drown slowly in my own sorrows as all my dreams die along with you
I wish for what could be and what could have been, for what was and your smile
Something that should’ve been mine
Something that you could’ve left me with
When I heard you were gone.
As the last flower petal fall upon your casket…
I think to myself,
What could be...?
A part of me died when I heard you were gone
It was the first time I even saw your picture
And I thought to myself, ‘wow, that’s what you look like, I never knew’
My wishes and dreams burnt and turned to ashes
As slowly I become in one with the nothingness of the wind
My mind flew back many times to yesteryear when missed opportunities of what could be is now something I cherish
Because what could be can always stay in my imaginations, thinking what could be if we met
What could be if you’re still here…
And what could be if you are the one holding me now
My heart dropped the second I heard you were gone
My body became heavy the second I heard you were gone
It was the first time I saw a smile on your face
And I thought to myself, ‘It should’ve been for me, it should’ve been directed to me’
All my wishes from yesteryear turn into dust within the blink of an eye
As teardrops started falling without my permission
Drowning myself with my own imaginations of what could be
I flew back to what was and had been
Because what had been should’ve been what could’ve been now
I think back to many missed chances I let it slipped up from the palm of my hands
Because of not wanting to jinx our first meeting not knowing it could’ve been our last
My back slid down slowly, dramatically, crying silently at the door, leaning for support, hoping and wishing I’ll fall into you
That somehow your shadow appears and helps me through, fighting what is now
All of me died when I heard you were gone
I lost all the energy when I heard you were gone
It was the first time I ever felt so powerless not even seeing you for the last time
As the hurt of not even had the time to hear your last words haunts my mind, I think to myself, ‘what could be’
I drown slowly in my own sorrows as all my dreams die along with you
I wish for what could be and what could have been, for what was and your smile
Something that should’ve been mine
Something that you could’ve left me with
When I heard you were gone.
As the last flower petal fall upon your casket…
I think to myself,
What could be...?
