and day by day,
though my bed is made,
my heart’s still on the mend.

you weren’t just a lover—
you were my heart, my harbor,
and also my dearest friend.

it was the bond i thought
could never break,
but now time’s closing in.

for she laughs and mocks,
and i can only watch,
as he blows out with the wind.

they say “hope is the thing with feathers,”
that it “perches in the soul.”
well, i don't know if mine is fleeing,
or maybe just getting old.

they claim the shattered human heart,
is the strongest of them all.
but how many times can it break,
until it doesn't beat at all.

i fear the answers are becoming clear,
as i watch my life go by.
i constantly bring up the rear,
im finally asking “why?”

and despite the pain the answer brings,
i know it deep and true.
that in the end, whether foe or friend,
their choice was never “you.”

“i wish i never met you,”
the words repeated in my mind.
but that’s not true—we both know
love like ours was hard to find.

i don't know how it happened,
how it all became amiss.
in one night it went from kisses on cheeks,
to what felt like my dying breath.

what hurt the most, is that in the end,
it was my choice and not yours.
because yours was made that very day,
you claimed you wanted more.

so day by day and year by year,
i’ll slowly make it through.
with only the hope that in your soul,
you think, “it was always you.”