To The Man I Once Loved

Our song “Wonderful Tonight” is playing on the radio,
and I can see us dancing, giggling like two lost souls,
and with your hands on my hips we are slowly making our way to the bed.
It’s been a long time since we last heard or seen each other.
But once in a while, when I lay on my bed bogged down by existence,
I visit our memories, not with a longing heart but from memories of an adored happiness which refuses to be gone.
I think we were like those flowers, looking for the right sunshine, for the right ground.
So we could bloom beautifully as we should be. And we did find the right place, but it was without each other.
And I guess with time, we have somehow beautifully moved on with our lives.
There were a lot of things we did, but I just want you to know that I will never forget our last December,
where I was learning to float in the ocean with your hands firmly on mine.
My fears were gone and I promised the ocean that I will be back better than what I am.
And now, even with the distance of space, faded memories and lost emotions,
I know every time I’m in the water I will always feel your hand.