I thought that this would be the last time, walked in reluctant, thought it would be over soon...
You reached out to me, and I held your hand,
not sure of my decision I was a bit hesitant.
And I wished for it to not be another failed love, regret,
I wish I never did this kind of a…flashback.
But you were like rain on a hot summer day when you walked in and you left like darkness in a blink.
Hoping for it to be a fairy tale ending, what was I thinking?
Anticipation was a sin and I sinned over and over again.
There is no salvation for a broken heart falling in love as if it’s as easy as snapping fingers.
And I snapped my fingers every time my heart cracked.
I looked at you drop me down ever so gently like a rare delicacy you cannot afford to dine on.
How can I hate this kind of a sad ending, but it’s sad anyway.
I remember you every time it rains now and it has been raining so frequently these days.