Missing what never was

Missing what could have been

Midnight snow, your breath against mine

October sunset, my eyes locked into yours

Chill mid-autumn breeze, your voice to my ears

Missing what never was

Missing what could have been

We Could have been special

Could have been real

Could have been perfect

But it was just too dark, and you were just too blind

Silk winter blanket, your lips to mine

Continents that are a jigsaw, my hand pressed upon yours

Ray of sunlight against the water, your smile reflected off mine

Whistle of the wind on the fallen leaves, when you whisper in my ear

We Could have been special

Could have been real

Could have been perfect

I miss what we never were

I miss what we could have been

But it was just too dark, and you were just too blind