She was born in Winter.
I was too.
But that doesn’t make us anything like 1 in 2.
Cause in truth…
I feel more like maybe… 1 in 5.
Lucky to even make it out alive.
But I’ll cut the jive,
I’m sad.
Never even noticed that
what we had
was something I could miss so bad.
Or want so much.
Something I could never touch…
again.
You could call us friends,
but back and when
it first began
I remember when I held your hand.
I remember I moved your hair out of your eyes.
To my surprise as you lay sleeping,
sound asleep as you were dreaming,
I found out you looked beautiful to me.
It’s strange how it just took so long to see.