Agression, in your kiss, belief, in mine,
led to hope in each our hearts,
with a taste of what was to come,
and a feel for the letdown inevitable.
Trying to understand as it happened,
it only made sense to take your hand,
and just like the girl you are,
you held tight because it was there.
We both knew it had been awhile,
since in this spot we were together,
suppose it was only the memories,
which made us do what we did?
No other explanation for it all,
you left in the same manner,
leaving me with the same sorrow,
leaving me alone to make it make sense.
Turning round, one year later,
regret cannot justify the feeling,
for it was not new this time,
no, moreso, it was much the same.
The memory is all that's left of you,
though more was never expected.
Unexpected is the emotion you bring,
because you're not even here!