Why?

Even though you now consider me a bore.
And even though my heart is now sore.
I will love you for eternity and more.

It feels like we missed our chance.
We had the most amazing romance.
And we let it slip through our hands.

Even as your pictures become faded.
My feelings for you do not become tainted.
If you had asked me to, I would have waited.

We were the perfect couple you and I.
How can you not even want to try?
I fear eventually our love will die.

Someday it might actually get better.
But for now I still read your love letter.
Thinking of you as my pillow gets wetter.

Perhaps we will be together one day.
Maybe you will come home and stay.
But why did it have to end this way?

How did it come to this stalemate?
You and me together, it felt like fate.
How did your love evolve to hate?

Is this what you truly want, just to forget?
Don’t you even feel a sliver of regret?
Don’t you know how much more you could get?