Patterns and patterns
of love gone astray.
Everything left behind,
memories of yesterday.

Of who we are
and who we wanted to be.
But what's one lost?
Plenty o' fish in the sea...

Trying to remember
while trying to forget.
Basking in memories
I should really regret.

But how can I?
They bring sweet sorrow.
And, besides,
I'll forget them tomorrow.

Tossed away dreams
and promises of forever.
Those three words
you could never endeavor.

Now I wait here,
empty hand.
Whispering words
you will never understand.