the day i lost you

i sat by myself on a bench in the park

i watched other people be happy in my place

it was therapeutic

i realized that no matter how much the grief had consumed me

the lives of the people around me would go on

they were happy

it's how life works

it goes on

even if i remained stagnant on a park bench

alone and without a friend

at the end of the day you come to me to destress

you come to me to tell me how your day went

you come to me for comfort

you come to me for acceptance

you come to me with trust in your heart

but why didn't you come to me when it was time to choose

you tell me it didn't feel right to choose me

however every single time we talk to one another

it feels so right

i have so much love to offer

but you only come to me when their love didn't cover what you needed it to

you told me you loved me and i believed you

but it wasn't me when it came for the time to choose

i may not know them like you do

i may not be able to judge them like you do

maybe there is a reason they are with you

and maybe theres a reason for me to lose

do you know why a raven is like a writing desk?

just like the reason you chose them

i havent got the slightest clue