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We are separate
Never to see each other again.
To never think about
What could have been,
Instead of what had been.
Almost seems like a crime.

I always wished that one day…
In the future,
Well, this would be the past now.
You would somehow come to me.
I’m not exactly sure how…
But you’d find me
And everything would be OK again.

Like it should have been.
We are separate people now.
Not having seen each other in a year.
Probably not even remembering what
Each of us looked like.
We are now just a distant memory.
In my eyes

I think,
That one day soon…
We’ll totally forget about each other
And the few conversations we shared.
Too bad it never lasted.
We just stayed where we were excepted.
Instead of searching the unknown.
But until we forget about each other
You will be a distant memory.