Every time I remember it,
I grin unabashed.
You’re sitting in the driver’s seat,
Like a check uncashed.
I should have told you,
About what you mean to me.
We never returned to that place,
I let you go completely.

I cannot help my attraction,
It’s a destiny of sorts.
A desperation of loves,
And truly last resorts.
A lost love,
On a late spring night.
You’re simply a ghost in my mind,
But, oh, what a sight.

What were we doing,
In those forever-type weeks?
I remember your eyes,
And the way your heart speaks.
We dreamt of each other,
But eventually we’d wake. ...