Half Baked Love Story

Flashback, when I see —
I see someone seeking me.
Was I unaware, or just pretending to be?
I saw how he made efforts to woo me,
But my heart was blocked — he failed to see.

Saddened,
I didn’t see the light he was offering.
I fell for something called divine time,
Convinced myself, “Let’s wait for the so-called right timing.”

Never knew the wheel of fate would spin in such way —
That I may never get to see him again.

Now, all I have are his memories,
Hovering with my what ifs
And those two months of a short, sweet chapter.

I wonder sometimes how pleasant it is —
He came for a short time,
But marked his presence for eternity.