A potential love once passed me by;

Came and was gone in the blink of an eye.

You might have loved me, you might have not,

You might have eventually let our love rot.

Still, I cannot help but ponder what could have been

If I had ever simply confessed my sin—

It was a sin to love you for it caused so much pain.

From such a tribulation, what can one gain?

Too strong to say that I needed you,

Too prideful to admit it was your doing when my heart flew,

Too weak to utter that eight-lettered phrase,

My flowery heart became a shattered vase.

I missed it all: my time, my place

To be with you, to caress your face.

Try as I might to return to that time,

Nothing can bring it back—not even a rhyme.

As I gaze at the sky with my last bit of hope,

The sight that my eyes met caused me to mope.

Tonight, I cannot count sheep.

Tonight, our stars are all asleep.