I think about the boy you know,
The one who didn’t meet you.
The fated soul, alone from love,
Whose smiles will never great you.
I think about his days ahead,
When chance was never taken.
The goodnight kisses, the morning love,
With choice he did forsaken.
I remember moments before we met,
If path was never followed.
The choice it set, the die then cast,
The heart to remain hollow.
I think about the pasts I’ve loved,
The broken hearts I’ve seen.
The here and now, our fated love,
And all the in-between