While they were holding hands and dancing
someone was there in the far corner
watching and crying
Love and melody
melody and nostalgia
nostalgia wrapped in memories
She held a picture
of her favourite actor
close to her heart
And I wondered
Why couldnt I be the one
When she came down to see me
in a cyber cafe
I wanted her to sit a little closer
and stay there forever
All that love of mine
was a hopeless journey
a tragedy I still remember
yet one filled with sweet moments
Sometimes
in memory of her
even bitter moments become sweet
And sometimes
the sweetest moments
turn bitter
When you say goodbye
to someone who chooses
a different path
and years later
your paths cross again
before death closes the final door
it feels as though
I have become enlightened



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