In a little while, when the sun is up and it’s Spring,
I’ll never forget how I had met you and how good of a person you are to me.
I may never forget that certain things like starlight exist in people’s eyes like yours
and that sometimes when twilight fades away your eyes invoke a certain kind of sadness,
I’ll be married to someone else and in the meantime, you will be happier sipping a cup of coffee in a nearby cafe.
Meanwhile I’ll remember why shooting stars really are the way they are; and why they have to fall sometimes.
You may not miss me but while I’m in his arms, I’ll be missing you….
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