I remember the day I saw you again. I couldn’t believe my eyes, it was you. I chased after you, but you left too quickly. Then, you called me and said, “Find me. I’ll give you nine days to find me.” My hands shook as you spoke. “When you’re close, I’ll meet you half way.” Before I had a chance to respond, I was interrupted by the dial tone.

So I drove miles and miles, searching for you. Night’s passed and I finally found you. I ran to you, but you pushed me back and said, “You’re too late.” Confused, I questioned you. “…Months have passed.” You sorrowfully replied and turned your back to me.

I guess you weren’t mine to find.