Somethings Aren’t Meant To Be

I’d like to take a long look at you,

to study your face

and memorize its shape.

If I could study you once more

and hear your laughter,

how you smile with your eyes,

I think I’d be alright.

All I ask is ten more minutes

to remember how it was

when you looked at me like that

and it gave me butterflies.

I need to take you in one last time

before I start to move on,

so I can remember why I loved you.

And maybe that’ll make the pain

a little less painful everyday.

Because I’ll remember

that even though I loved you,

somethings aren’t meant to be

and that’s okay.

So let me look at you again

and study it real good.

This is the last time I’ll ask it

and then I’ll be gone.