A haunting melody filled the room as Sandra's fingers floated over the ebony and ivory keys. All her sorrow and regret were poured into each note, weaving together a story of lost chances. The lyrics flowed easily from her lips, and as the last quivering word faded into the emptiness, a single tear rolled down her cheeks.
Wiping it away with a thumb, she set to transcribe her latest composition onto the music score. She clutched the pencil tightly as she wrote the title:
An Ode to Mark
Some say it's fate
that we met again this late.
Is that you I see?
This is really not a dream.
Is that you I see?
You who meant so much to me.
You turn to me.
And once again, I can't breathe.
You turn to me.
And once again, I can't leave.
I finally see in your eyes
that you were always mine.
I finally see in your eyes
that you never meant to say goodbye.
You smile so fondly
and I allow myself to dream.
You smile so fondly
and I watch you dream.
"Of a time when we were young
with many things unsaid and left undone.
Of a time when nothing mattered
and our paths were still scattered."
Then I see the circle on your hand
that reminds me life has other plans.
Then I see the circle on my hand
that reminds me I now have a stand.
And so I wave
to the love I should have gave.
And so I wave
to the love I wish I could save.
Some say it's destiny
that we were never meant to be.
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