Of charred letters and dried ink,
Of a leftover half finished drink
This ain’t just about the unsaid
But about making the world shrink
It’s about moment when I wasn’t lost,
For all paths somehow converged to you
It’s about seeing your eyes smile everyday
And every time noticing something new.
Not quite about the fragrant flowers,
It’s about breathing in the air around you
This ain’t quite about wanting you back
It’s about the life together, we never knew.