It's all he wanted,
When they did meet,
On her birthday,
She looked so sweet.
The girl of his dreams,
The love of his life,
How badly he wanted,
Her to be his wife.
But he knew in his heart,
That it wasn't meant to be,
There is a future he saw,
That she couldn't see.
So there they were,
On a last date,
Both worried,
About their fate.
He looked at her hands,
So lovely, slender, long,
To hold them one last time,
Would make the moment a song.
A long beautiful one,
That he could keep in his heart,
And listen to it,
Whenever he missed her.
How badly he wanted,
To look into her eyes,
Hold her hands,
And say goodbye.
Before she flew away,
He could not gather,
The courage to hold it,
And keep a feather.
He looks at the photo,
So empty he feels,
He misses the song,
The song that heals.
Mistakes he made,
Some small some grand,
But he has no bigger regret,
Than not holding her hand...
Dedicated to my dear friend Swayam Sharma, who loved and lost..