I loved you
And I still do.

But a day will come,
Your glass will be filled with ***.
You will be alone at a bar
Yearning for something so far.
A love so far in your past,
You’ve forgotten when you saw it last.
A love so far-off your now,
The thought, your mind can not allow.

And on that same day,
My vase will hold a bouquet.
With my lover,
My heart shall recover
From a love that cut me so deep
That I put my past to sleep.
I will not remember you then
And my mind shall never allow.

I loved you.
You should have loved me too.