Maybe,
I’ll be lucky.
And one day,
I’ll stop thinking,
About you,
About all the things we did,
Together,
Of the way your lips felt,
I can still feel them,
It gives me butterflies,
But then I start
To cry.
Because I’ll never
Feel them again.
Maybe,
One day,
I’ll forget you,
And all of our
Happy memories.
Because they
Make me miss you.
Or maybe,
Ill forget,
That you promised
To come back,
Then that date
Won’t hurt,
I hope.
And if I’m really lucky,
Maybe,
One day,
You’ll come back.