Mr. Wrong
The right person, but the wrong time,
A script we followed, but missed the line.
A poem written, yet missed the rhyme,
A love so real, but not in prime.
Obstacles shaped the path we trod,
Moments fleeting, against the odds.
In your shadow, my heart confined,
Part of you, now left behind.
Lessons learned through trials faced,
Strength found in the empty space.
Though you were wrong, in heart's embrace,
Growth emerged from love misplaced.
So, Mr. Wrong, not by heart but fate,
For all the trials, I appreciate.
From our pain, wisdom we create,
And with these wings, my soul elate.
Yet in the silence, dreams were spun, A future bright, where love had won. But reality, a cruel jest, In separate worlds, we found our rest.
Echoes linger, whispers soft, Memories kept in heart's loft. Through the sorrow, dawn did break, A stronger me, now wide awake.
In twilight hours, I sometimes see, The "what ifs" that can never be. But with each dawn, I find my way, For you, dear one, could never stay.
Paths diverged, yet still aligned, In my heart, you're gently defined. A chapter closed, but not erased, In life's grand book, your mark embraced.
So, here's to you, a bittersweet song, To love found right, but time found wrong. In the tapestry of life, you belong, A cherished note in my heart's song.