Next Time Around.

For chances don't apply on those instances...

Hers- good morning, sickening twilight is his.

When he sighed, she side glances.

He bid goodbye, there she walked in.

The door opened, just when she's miles afar. 

For second chances may happen sometime.

His- outgoing life, hers is a willful one.

When she sobbed, he turned around.

He walked away, then she said hello.

She's just blocks away, where he dropped the key.

For chances may be a next time around.

Theirs was a great day.

She laughed, he listened.

First hello's couldn't be the last.

And their stories seem to just began...