Was Not With Me

Wasn’t With Me

I do think of you too much,
and, if we never again touch,
my fondness is very real.
Memories of you I’ll steal
if in future I get any chance.
I know you know how to dance...
too bad it wasn’t with me.

Eventually you may see
what a missed chance I was,
but beauty is as beauty does
so you may never realize.
Love may’ve been the prize.
But the ferris wheel spins
and he who goes on wins
by continuing to try.

So I’ll not say goodbye.

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