They don’t know

You were gone the second I turned my back.

They always say loving is hard,

that the code can be hard to crack.

But they don’t know about the card-

The one where I told you I love you for the first time,

or the walks we took in the fresh spring air of the schoolyard.

And they don’t know that I’d spend a lifetime

trying to find someone to love the same way I loved you.

They don’t know about your last crime.

They don’t know about the things you would do-

like when you ignored me and ran into her arms.

They’ll never know about how my love for you grew

into hate and panic and alarms.

Whenever you’re around,

I have to try to forget that all your charms

were never meant to last year-round.

You were never going to stay,

You were waiting for the sound

that would let you know you could walk away.

She gladly provided,

and when you left, my world turned gray.

But maybe I was misguided,

and we weren’t meant to be star-crossed lovers,

So all that was left for us was one-sided.