I walk up behind you and gently touch your hair
So softly that you hardly know I'm there
Life's treasures in a look
Kind remembrance stolen chances
Hidden glances

My heart was a real thing
Fuel for your imagination's promise
Grasping more than we could hold on to
Wishing we could try
Why did you have to walk by?

I gather my envy and saddle my thoughts
Take home my present still wrapped in its box
It was almost a never but closer to some
Forgotten forevers existing to none