A Heart’s Symphony

It’s been five hundred and fifty nine days,

And I know the man in the mirror’s words are final,

To always remind that you used the highway,

And left me in the sideway

Alone in a haze, I never got a chance to gaze

At you, I used to laugh with you,

Smile for you, at least I used to, until you-

Left,

It doesn’t feel right, my chest feels tight

Whenever I think of you, wishing you would please write

Was it love? that doesn't feel right,

It wasn’t passion, but you were always compassionate,

And our meeting wasn’t fate it was an accident,

But our friendship was a treasure,

And my admiration can’t be measured,

But it’s hopeless, I’m in denial,

And I know that the man in the mirror’s words are final,

“She’s not coming back.”