I should have known,

I should have seen,

I did have my heart blown.

Just one year, it all took

I drowned my self 

in that deep look.

He was taken away,

to a place that's

impossibly far away.

He never noticed me once,

how would he,

when he was their prince.

I still don't get it,

what those rushed

sense and pulse meant.

He was out of reach,

like the other end

 from my home shore beach.

I had coffee and Tim

but it was really hard

forgetting him.

The Aurora Borealis 

never fell on me,

pain came from bliss.

I started to forget him,

the next year day,

locked away in my dim.

I sensed it from that day,

red polo shirt and balloons,

he will never be on my bay.

Slowly it fades,

that little feeling,

with all closed gates.

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